If you had to eat one: Brain or grasshopper?

You have to choose one to eat. That's the game. My officemates and I just made it up because we were surprised to find that of the people asked, about half were adamant about grasshopper while the other half was far less grossed out by brains.

What kind of brains? It's usually calf brains on the menu. How much are we talking? Well a comparable amount of either. Not like one whole brain to one grasshopper. Personally, I feel optimistic about the hypothetical situation in which I am faced with with this choice. I imagine that the eccentric genderless person running the experiment would only demand that I eat one bite of either in return for my freedom. You can apply your own rules.

To win converts, I reminded the brain eaters how easy it would be to eat a bit of chocolate-covered grasshopper. I

was caught off guard when my lovely cube neighbor Jen seriously asked me, "Wouldn't you feel the same way about chocolate-covered brain?"

What.

No.

You cannot disguise the tongue-on-brain moment that is making my toes curl right now from just thinking about it. Jen then shared what she thought was a great equalizing dish: Fried brain. The brain eaters don't get it. Just as I don't get them.

As hard as it is for me to believe, it seems that some people actually believe crunchiness is far more eeshy than squishiness. Can it be true? Please contribute to our inquiry into human nature by voting in the poll below and explaining yourself in the comments.