I don't want to eat the kind of food my grandparents did….singed sheep's heid was my Grandpa's dish of choice….that's roasted brains, (he was in his late nineties when he died, in full command of himself too) and he liked Cullen Skink…fish soup with milk and oats, or crappit heir made from the heads of meaty fish stuffed and poached until the meat's ready to fall off and the salmon bones are soft. Haggis was a perennial favourite too. Right enough he didn't like milk in Winter or eggs then either. He said that it wasn't natural, so he just waited patiently until Springtime. He couldn't be bothered with that tinned muck with no taste either, even if it was useful in wartime. I'm sure we still have a couple of marrow scoops somewhere. Right enough, HWMBLT likes potted hough.
Now take all those forefather type meals and spread them out across Europe, so that you have folks using what they have, what's available in season, and that I think truly is paleolithic dining.
Frogs, snails, woodlice, ant eggs….all food that humans have (and do) happily consume.
Yeah, I'm not that hungry, thankfully.
M