Bush Meat

I love chompin' on some bush meat. Whether it is gorilla brains, giraffe tail, monkey paw, what have you. But by far, the delicacy of all bush meat is the scrotum of Koala. I know you are probably thinking, at this point, "No." but that is merely because you have never felt the salty, stringy gristle bursting as you masticate. Heaven.
Now, if you are going for texture and want something a bit more suitable to top a pizza or put inside a sandwich, say a panini, with a garnishing of pesto aioli, maybe, then try the gorilla brains. Giraffe's tail is great for a stew; use carrots and celery, diced, combine in a small mixing bowl. Monkey paw, I don't have any suggestions for. I find it too gamey. But I know a guy with a confit recipe he swears by, so remind me later if you are interested.
Koala scrotum is different. Special. And I frequently eat it very simply, because of its natural taste, perhaps boiled with a side of edamames.
One thing you don't want to do with bush meat, even for a second, is think about where it came from. That is what people say. Affection for the animals and what not... And, I must confess, I have had my own dreary moments of deep guilt, myself, as a result of my passion for bush meat. But I think that everytime this seems to be happening to you, it is a result of picturing these animals as ideal creatures, frolicking majestically across an open plain, singing Disney songs, and advertising toilet tissue. I suggest that in order to get past such irrational sentimentality, you instead picture these creatures trying to eat their own feces, or attacking their own child, or sodomizing a girl scout. Such sentimentality is not good for a person.