In a recent conversation, a friend and I were discussing things we won’t eat…or we would have been, if I could have thought of anything I won’t eat. Now granted, we were talking about normal everyday foods. We weren’t talking about the kinds of things they feed you on Survivor, like live Madagascar hissing roaches. I will say that I have eaten chocolate-covered ants (they taste like chocolate). Normally I’ll try anything once, but as I recall, I once passed on fried grasshoppers.
Now, thanks to today’s New York Times, I’ve just discovered something else I’ll never try. Now, all these years I’ve thought they were kidding about this particular food item. Silly me. Behold the following picture from the NYT:
What you’re seeing here is a judge, in the yellow jacket, gazing at a tray of the signature item at the International Comstock Mountain Oyster Fry in Virginia City, Nevada. Mountain oysters are the testicles of castrated calves and lambs. All I can say is, I read this article at about 6:30 this morning, and it’s a good thing I don’t eat breakfast. For more than you ever wanted to know, here’s the full article: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/18/us/18oyster.html?_r=2&hp
It must have been weird food day for the Times, because another article talked about the growing popularity of Whoopie Pies. Now, I don’t know about you, but when I think “whoopie”, the next word that comes to mind is “cushion”. It certainly isn’t “pie”. I don’t think I’m in any danger of trying them either, because from now on, they will always be linked in my mind to Mountain oysters.
I think I’ll go have something normal for dinner, like an eel.