Ah, I’ll just have the chips instead, thanks.
I don’t know how it works in the sheep world, but here in the cattle world, there wouldn’t be enough to sell for retail because we eat them at the brandings. And there aren’t usually enough to go around, so for a really big fancy branding, the cook will save them from some other small events.
They’re good dredged in seasoned flour and pan-fried, by the way.
What??
Ah yes. Rocky Mountain Oysters! The Elks always had a big fry-fest at roundup time.
:eek:
So at every spring branding at my granddad’s Montana ranch we were being holistic?
My husband grew up on a sheep farm. During the spring, when they castrated the lambs, his dad would go to each little (boy) lamb and bite the things off. :eek: Then they’d throw worming powder onto their butts.
My husband said it was just the most efficient way to get the job done. Blech.
I don’t think they ever ate the testicles, though…I’ll have to ask. Based on some of the other things my husband grew up eating, it wouldn’t have been the gross-out factor stopping them.
Lamb fries are a regional specialty here in Ky.
Not that I’ve ever tried them. They look kind of…odd… sitting in the meat case at the grocery store.
Eewww…
I used to rent a room next to an agricultural college: they used very tight rubber bands - basically, the testes would not get any blood and would naturally die and drop off after some days.
Love the caption to the photo:
Must have made the subeditor’s day.
An American tourist visiting Spain went for a late lunch to a restaurant near the local bull ring. As he ate his meal, he noticed a local man dining on something large and meaty. It looked delicious. He called his waiter over and asked what the other fellow was eating. "Those are cajones del toros, senor. We lonly serve them once a day after the bullfight.
The next day, the American returned to the restaurant just after the day’s bullfighting ended and ordered the cajones del toros. He was very unhappy to be served something that was only the size of two marbles. He called the waiter over and complained, “What’s going on here? The cajones you served that guy yesterday were huge. These are not even a fourth the size.”
The waiter smiled wryly. “Ah, senor,” he said, “Sometimes the bull wins.”
Partial to lengue, myself.
I think that has to be the most hilarious caption title ever published in a newspaper, ever. The fact that it was the BBC makes it all that much more funny to me.
<- American who’s a complete British humor convert.
We use only the freshest ram’s bladder, emptied, steamed…
Sheep balls are called mountain oysters here…ICK
:eek:
That’s it. From now on I’m cooking ALL my own food.
I really don’t have “ick factor” problems with any food. If I’m not allergic to it and it isn’t trying to crawl off the plate, I’ll try just about anything.
But, to date, nobody has offered me the testicles of any hooved mammal to eat. As long as they were properly cooked, I’d at least taste one.
Reminds me of when a friend of mine had to escort a particularly obnoxious Canadian couple around China. In a restaurant they were served a dish that my friend, who is fluent in Mandarin, knew exactly the identity of.
When the couple said “this is delicious! You must try some!” he replied “sorry, I can’t, I’m Jewish”. Hell was he Jewish, and even if he had been, that wouldn’t have precluded him from eating… donkey dick.
Best quote:
Also note: If you are visiting family in Iceland and miss dinner, and the lady of the house sits you down for a late sup with a sliced loaf of jellied white orbs and a stack of saltine crackers…
… ask for some butter for the crackers.
How about avian testicles? F. McClintock’s in California offers up fried turkey nuts as an appetizer. And yes, I’ve had them. And they were good. But I think you could deep-fry rubber bands and they’d be all right.
“Reviving a very delicate delicacy”? Perhaps in England, but around west Texas and Oklahoma these things, while rare, aren’t unknown. I’ve had them offered to me a number of times at various shindigs out in the country and the terms “Rocky Mountain Oysters” and “Calf Fries” are used interchangeably. Not that I can (erk) stomach them.
Can’t say as I’ve ever seen them on the menu in the city, however. Thank goodness.