You guys are gross
Why do you want to hear more about the sheep balls? I’d like to just let them digest in my stomach in peace, pass through my intestines, and let my duped body absorb whatever components of them it wants to recirculate. Mom, what parts of the sheep testicle will stay with me?
Moving on…. I didn’t know what they were beforehand. After the third course of innocuous-looking and tasty meats on a shish, I stopped asking. And by innocuous-looking I mean it was clearly the hin leg of a sheep, or something else slightly recognizable in an anatomical sense. Nothing even as bloody as the steaks Cori made me before I left. :)
It was the fourth course that had the skewered balls. They weren’t even round (I’m not an idiot.) They looked like sliced chicken breast. That should have clued me in, though, since all the other courses I had to struggle with the chunks of fat before I tore the meat from the bones with my teeth.
Like I said in the comments, I just happened to be too full for courses 5 and 6, otherwise I would have eaten some animal’s kidney, and some other animal’s (or maybe the same animal’s) liver and stomach muscles. Darn. Had a lovely desert special to Sheki—monkey tongue. Just kidding. But there was a monkey on a leash tied to a tree. The trainer found reason to beat it during lunch, which was not fun to listen to. I put a picture here of it. Anyway, desert was some ground walnut pasty business. And tea made in a samovar. (You’re going to have to google that one, I don’t have the energy to explain it.)
The wodka was gooooood though. Darn darn good. It wasn’t even that chilled, but it was smooth. It was from the Ukraine, and clearly warranted lengthy toasts. (And I though Ron’s mom said a long Grace!) But the vodka toasts were even longer, and peppered with Ensha’allahs. All in all, the lunch was 3 hours. Three hours!
Moving on…. I didn’t know what they were beforehand. After the third course of innocuous-looking and tasty meats on a shish, I stopped asking. And by innocuous-looking I mean it was clearly the hin leg of a sheep, or something else slightly recognizable in an anatomical sense. Nothing even as bloody as the steaks Cori made me before I left. :)
It was the fourth course that had the skewered balls. They weren’t even round (I’m not an idiot.) They looked like sliced chicken breast. That should have clued me in, though, since all the other courses I had to struggle with the chunks of fat before I tore the meat from the bones with my teeth.
Like I said in the comments, I just happened to be too full for courses 5 and 6, otherwise I would have eaten some animal’s kidney, and some other animal’s (or maybe the same animal’s) liver and stomach muscles. Darn. Had a lovely desert special to Sheki—monkey tongue. Just kidding. But there was a monkey on a leash tied to a tree. The trainer found reason to beat it during lunch, which was not fun to listen to. I put a picture here of it. Anyway, desert was some ground walnut pasty business. And tea made in a samovar. (You’re going to have to google that one, I don’t have the energy to explain it.)
The wodka was gooooood though. Darn darn good. It wasn’t even that chilled, but it was smooth. It was from the Ukraine, and clearly warranted lengthy toasts. (And I though Ron’s mom said a long Grace!) But the vodka toasts were even longer, and peppered with Ensha’allahs. All in all, the lunch was 3 hours. Three hours!
posted by Carey McCarthy at 12:26 AM
2 Comments:
Protein and fat would be the major components. Probably had a pretty soft mesh work of all the little tubules for cell division and release of sperm into the vas......over the centuries they probably figured out they had good nutritive value or i am sure they would not have continued the practice. off to tennis. have all the other players reading the blog too.
I bet that made you feel better about eating sheep balls. I just lost my appetite and I'm only eating olives.
Per your request, I looked up the Swedish team and have to say.....they are quite handsome. Warning -a google "world cup" images search will retrieve pictures of scantily clad women. So, don't make that mistake while searching for soccer photos on an office computer. Unless its late at night and you know how to erase the history....
Would be fun to be there!!!! Do you even have a radio?
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