When I first heard about giraffe meat, I imagined a majestic, exotic dining experience. Boy, was I wrong! Finding it was an epic quest, and cooking it turned my kitchen into a battlefield. The meat was tougher than the last piece of beef jerky in an apocalypse kit. After marinating, tenderizing, and whispering sweet nothings, it still felt like chewing rubber.

The flavor was "unique," like if beef and venison had a love child raised on old shoes and gym socks. My taste buds went on a disappointing safari. Friends were curious but unanimously refused to join my taste-testing. Giraffes, in their serene elegance, probably laugh at our misguided culinary attempts. This culinary adventure taught me one thing: not all exotic foods are worth the hype. Stick to good old-fashioned beef, folks. Trust me, giraffe meat is a giraffe-tastrophe!

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