We had a half-orc monk who ate pretty much everything the party killed. It became the running joke of the campaign, as he'd offer it to the paladin, the prissy cleric, and the bespectacled goody-two-shoes mage, none of whom wanted anything to do with anything he'd eat.
He got a ton of great one-liners out of it - I think my favorite was after he'd rescued my armored character from a giant crawfish that was dragging me into the depths, popping to the surface with a huge claw of crawfish and shouting "Quick! Someone find a cask of butter! We're gonna need it!"
Our current DM is a bit of a foodie, and has made a bit of a thing out of describing our meals in some detail: its a very nice touch when, for example, he opens a session describing the aroma of the food coming off the campfire, etc.
He got a ton of great one-liners out of it - I think my favorite was after he'd rescued my armored character from a giant crawfish that was dragging me into the depths, popping to the surface with a huge claw of crawfish and shouting "Quick! Someone find a cask of butter! We're gonna need it!"
Our current DM is a bit of a foodie, and has made a bit of a thing out of describing our meals in some detail: its a very nice touch when, for example, he opens a session describing the aroma of the food coming off the campfire, etc.