I mean, is there such a thing as intrinsically, inalienably delicious, or is it simply that we have eaten meat cooked for so long that our gustatory imperatives have worked their way into the genome?
Badger and I consumed abundant spiritous liquors and yelled at each other, a procedural methodology which has so often resulted in solid answers to important scientific questions — but, alas, not this one. There was nothing for it but to find a non-human and offer it a binary meat opportunity, or "choice".
Two chicken legs and a cat later
To my great surprise, it was completely unambiguous. Kitty gave them both a sniff and a lick, and dragged the raw chicken leg away with great enthusiasm. I had very definitely expected her to choose the cooked meat, and was unprepared for her complete fascination with the uncooked kind. Much purring and licking and dragging it around the house ensued.However, she had great difficulty chewing raw meat. I had thought a natural carnivore would be better equipped to tear flesh, but she worried it hard, to little effect. Repeatedly, she would grip the chicken leg and toss her head back, flinging it across the room. Not very effective in tearing off bits, but it may hint that cats do this cruel thing to their prey not just because they're sadistic bastards.