Fava Beans and a Nice Chiante

I'm not cuckoo, deranged, or completely cracked. I hardly even ever wear black I'm not a vamp wannabe or Satan's spawn. I don't worship the weird, taboo or wrong. But theres something I want That may disturb you to know, A culinary seed I've always wanted to sow. Hopkins made it glitzy, the Donners did it first. If I tried it my poor belly could suffer an awful curse. The aroma, the texture, what is it like? Does it need salt, sauce, or lots of spice? I'm not a loon, or crazed Hannibal fan, I'm just curious about the taste of human, of man.