He thought it was "bacon salad." I don't generally approve of lying to children, but oh well. What's done is done. In any case, he spat it out. I also spat it out, though in a more quiet and ladylike fashion. The smoky, jellied, cartilaginous nature of David Tanis' pig's ear salad was extremely challenging.
My father's opinon: "I was the only one brave enough to eat it. Lousy texture, lousy taste, slimy, slightly crunchy."
There we have it. Insane stunt complete. Full report on the rest of the meal tomorrow.