Mmmm, eggs.
Make mine with mushrooms, shallots, and garlic, please.
EGADS!
that is all.
My.
Will we be deep frying spoo next?
<Bosda SINGS> Every Sperm Is Sacred,
Every Sperm Is Great,
When A Sperm Is Waste-ed,
God Gets Quite Irate…</Bosda SINGS>
Do I even want to know what “spoo” is?
You’re not a Babylon 5 afficianado, I take it. As I recall, spoo are sluggish, mindless creatures that are ranch-raised. Only the Narn eat them raw, a habit that Londo Mollari (the Centauri ambassador) finds disgusting.
[sub]I do have a life. Really.[/sub]
ohh-----mygod
rofl
Actually, I think meringue should be the next experiment. And if there’s someone hanging around that you really hate, it could come in quite handy.
I wonder how long and hard you have to beat it to make it stand up.
The semen, of course.
L
Please! Think of the kittens
I know what it is, it’s the mental comparison of the egg (white) to sperm that is most unpleasant.
I boiled my eggs this morning. Nice and solid.
Why do I love this place? This is why I love this place.
Does Emeril know about this?
But you missed the important part: how’d they taste?.
Did salt, pepper, maybe a little chives or a grating of nutmeg improve or detract from their semeny-goodness?
C’mon (or, alternatively “Cum on”) mangeorge this is for science!
Fenris
Ladies and gentlemen, after nearly three years on this board, I finally have just cause to use the :eek: smiley. Thank you.
Ready?
:eek:
Oh wow - I should never read here while eating.
Well done on the ignorance-fighting front, mangeorge!
I’m sad that that I came here too late to post about the dear little endangered kittens though.
Yes, but what did you do with the frying pan?
Please tell me you aren’t going to cook with it again.
And- on a related note- suddenly it occurs to me to never, ever buy a frying pan at the Salvation Army again.
Well, why not? Provided he washes it first. I seriously doubt that semen contains any components that are resistant to removal by dishwashing products.
Or maybe he can prepare a recipe that calls for cumin.
My mind knows that, once he washes the pan, it will be clean, just as if he’d fried eggs in it.
But the rest of me could never, ever eat from this pan again.
I’m sorry I haven’t checked in all weekend – I missed this thread until now.
You’ll be interested to learn that this idea came up quite a long time ago – it’s in The Arabian Nights (The Alf Laylah Wah Laylah). As I’ve remarked mny times before, this work is considerably longer and more complex than most people realize, and it’s definitely not a children’s book. I have the unabridged Burton translation, and it’s a joy.
The question of semen vs. egg white was raised in one story in which a man tries to frame an acquaintance’s wife for adultery by placing egg white on her bed when her husband is away. Everyone takes it for semen (and therefore, evidence that she was unfaithful) until a Wise Old Man takes some of it, puts it in a pan, and fries it. It turns white and coagulated, showing that it’s egg white, not semen.
Of course, this raises the question of how everyone knew that semen didn’t behave that way…
Cooking it up, no way.
But I can offer you some sushi!