It can be done under the right conditions. Of course the first major hurdle is finding a willing 'donor' for the meal. But even with a donor something as large as an arm or a leg is pretty impractical. And of course, smaller bits have less meat on them. Planning is not entirely needed if fate and circumstance are in your favor.

A few years ago I was doing some spring repairs in, on, and around my house and my then girlfriend had come over to give me a hand. To be perfectly honest, she's a better handy-man than I am. Hence why she was put in charge of the power tools.

But even with experience and know how accidents happen and while cutting some boards to fix the fence with she managed to accidentally remove her left pinky finger. Even with a severed finger she had enough clarity of mind to tell me to recover the finger and to put it on ice so that it could possibly be reattached.

Only it got left behind. In all the chaos with the paramedics and the panic - mostly my panic, admittedly - it was forgotten and left sitting in the cooler on the kitchen table. At first when we realized this I was going to go back to retrieve it and bring it to the hospital to be reattached. However she didn't want me to leave the hospital. While she'd been relatively calm and collected at the house - all things considered - she was terrified of hospitals and didn't want to be left alone.

So I couldn't go get the finger and there was no one I could think to call to ask to bring the finger. When asked by the doctors at the hospital we simply told them it had been lost following the accident. It wasn't until we got home the following morning - she'd refused to stay any longer than was absolutely needed - and once again found ourselves dealing with the finger and wondering what to do with it that the notion of cooking/eating it came up.

She'd always had a fetish about being eaten while I had one about doing the eating. And she suggested that this was probably the one and only chance either of us would ever have. Fingers don't have much meat on them. Especially pinky fingers. And I found out I'm a lot more squeamish than I'd originally thought. Had to leave the cooking of the finger up to her as I couldn't manage it.

By the time it was served it no longer looked like a finger. She'd pulled the meat - about a bites worth really - off the bone. So it looked kind of like a little pile of pulled chicken. Can't really say it tasted like chicken since I had a lot of barbeque sauce on it but it was good.

Most bizarre experience either of us has ever had but also the most connecting. Sounds sappy to say it brought us closer together but it did. At least for a while. The relationship issues we'd been having faded for a few months after that though they resurfaced in time and we did eventually break up. We're still in the same social circles and while we don't hang out together we do still occasionally reference it to each other. It's still common ground for us - and still a memory that can make either of us smile.