A word to the squeamish: I do not recommend doing an image search for the phrase “eating mice.” For some reason I was trying to find a cute photo of a little rodent with stuffed cheeks, and now my day is ruined. I do, however, now have an etiquette & suspicion topic.
ETIQUETTE: If you find yourself in the Mekong Delta or at a dinner party in the 19th century hosted by William Buckland, you may be offered roasted or fried mice for dinner. Unless you are a vegetarian, you should at least give it a taste. If you pull the lame “my doctor has me on a strict diet” deflection to avoid eating something unpleasant, you run the risk of missing out on the best dessert you would have ever tasted in your life that was to have been the next course. Come on; give it a try. Maybe you can get it prepared with a nice little garlic sauce, which I hear is really quite good.
SUPERSTITION: The eating of a roasted mouse is said to be an excellent cure for whooping cough, epilepsy, sore throats, measles and bedwetting.