Psh. Casu marzu, boys.
Food preparation is really interesting how elaborate some recipes are. How the hell people came up with many things: bake it three times in a sealed oven and then bury it for a month covered in virgin’s underpants, and so on.
I wouldn’t be appetized by these eggs, no. Green centres? Hrm. But I never grew up with it, much like what are they, those delicacy things you have at the baseball that are made from lips and assholes and swim in rancid warm chemical juice for a week? mm.