“After A Few Beers, You Can’t Really Tell The Difference”
The quoted words of Butch Joubert, who attended an all-you-can-eat event at Mama's Place Bar and Grill in Elderon in central Wisconsin. The star item on the menu?
Wisconsinites have deep-fried cheese curds, candy bars and Twinkies. They now have deep-fried livestock testicles, too.
More than 300 people paid $5 for all-you-can-eat goat, lamb and bull testicles Saturday at the ninth annual Testicle Festival at Mama's Place Bar and Grill in Elderon in central Wisconsin.
"Once you get over the mental (aspect) of what you're eating, it's just like eating any other food, and it tastes good," Buster Hoffman said.
Festival founder Nancy Fenske said the festival grew out of her late husband Roger's birthday party 12 years ago. They decided to have "a nut fry" at Mama's Place after bringing back lamb fries from a trip to Montana.
There's a roadhouse over near the summer camp my kids attend that also do a "Rocky Mountain Oyster" event annually. Which I have no desire to attend. Whatsoever. There simply isn't enough beer. Oh, I am aware that the delicacies in question have been popular in various cultures for ages. But I'll just point out that some people also like Carrot Top.
Enough said.
By Charlie (Colorado), Sunday, 13 May , 2007 @ 8:38 pm
Dude (and I use the term advisedly) just pop over to the Buckhorn Exchange in Denver — they’ve got oysters (aka testicles, huevos de toro) as an appetizer.
Not as good as when they’re fresh, fried in a cast iron dutch over during roundup, buty not bad.
By Marion, Sunday, 13 May , 2007 @ 11:47 pm
Well, to each his own, as they say. However, we are farmers and cattle ranchers and at our place, as with other ranches, mountain oysters are considered a delicacy. As such they are greatly anticipated at our annual round-up. I serve the oysters out of a cast iron skillet over an open fire with butter basted flour tortillas. Those less hardy than cowboys or rural folks obviously can’t appreciate the fabulous results.
By Purple Avenger, Monday, 14 May , 2007 @ 4:32 am
This is something reserved for desperation…like after you’ve eaten all your neighbors in a MadMax kind of world, and the last can of Vegemite is gone.
By feeblemind, Tuesday, 15 May , 2007 @ 12:29 pm
What Marion said. Delicacy. But what is fun is feeding them to unknowing diners, watching them rave about the taste, and then watching their expressions when you tell them what they are. heh heh heh heh heh.
By Gaius, Tuesday, 15 May , 2007 @ 12:31 pm
To each his own. My wife likes escargot. I want nothing to do with them.