Hateballs

More of an urban legend than a genuine dish, Hateballs are, allegedly, meatballs made from the flesh of Hatelings.
 

Origin

The usual story that is told concerns a Telothian captain who supposedly angered the at-the-time chef of a garrison of the Telothian Legion by insulting his cooking.
  The chef, apparently petty beyond reason, went on to concoct a revenge plan so diabolical and elaborate that it is inconceivable for a mere chef to have the resources and connections necessary to enact it.
  The tale is inconsistent on whether he had friends in the church of Resounding Truth or directly in one of the Seeker fellowships, but most accounts agree that he contacted this friend of his and asked them to deliver a hunk of Hateling flesh.
  Not only did this contact manage to procure said flesh, they apparently also had contacts of their own in the Midnight Exchange and a delivery of the flesh to Telothia was secured.
  Some accounts go on to embellish the process even more, claiming that the delivery was interrupted by Iron Cartel goons, which were in turn accosted by the Stormcrow of all things, and the parcel was found by a passing courier amidst the smoking wreckage of the aftermath and ultimately delivered to its destination.   The story goes that when the chef ground the flesh, it screamed all the way through the process of rolling the balls and only quieted when the heat of open flame made it hiss and sizzle instead. The resulting balls were an ugly, muddy red and they oozed a crimson ichor, which the chef claimed to be boulderberry jam.
  When the captain ate the dish, he quickly fell violently ill and began to void his bowels right there at the table and shortly afterwards a new Hateling burst forth from his flesh, killing a varying amount of men depending on who is telling the story, before it was slain. The chef was summarily executed for not only the murder of the captain but also for endangering the entire garrison and Nascindor as a whole.
  This sordid tale is claimed to be the reason why meatballs are not served in the mess halls of the legion, which is also a fabrication made to embellish and mystify.
   

Veracity

It is highly unlikely that such an event as this legend describes actually took place.
  For starters, the idea that some Legion chef would have the contacts to procure Hateling flesh, a substance that absolutely no one deals in, has no market for itself and would need to be gathered in the most dangerous place on the face of the planet, by people who have been trained since adolescence to obey the church is laughable. Even Deadwood would be easier to acquire, and it is exceedingly rare in its own right.
  That being said, there are those who swear by the myth, with the wildest proponents claiming that the church actually uses Hateling flesh in the rations they give out to the poor and needy. These are quickly dismissed as conspiracy theories dangerously close to lunacy by most folks with common sense, but after learning of such a possibility, one can't help but wonder if there might be an inkling of truth in there.
  Surely not, one would hope.