I was just visiting Jenners at Life With a Little One and More reading her disgusting yet amusing interview with Mr. Grossman at his ice cream shop. This brought back memories of my own. Yes I can say I have eaten Rocky Mountain Oysters. (Bull Testicles) I would say they taste like.....hmmm.......Bull Testicles. They also are a little rubbery for my liking. Kind of like eating a Super Ball. I don't like food that bounces around in my mouth. They can batter those things up as much as they like, but they are still , what they are.
What brought me to eating Bull organs you might ask, well it was my friend, I'll call her Annette.(because that is her name) We took a youth group on a Pioneer Trek in Wyoming. (no not just the two of us, there was a bunch of us idiots out there) I'll tell you about it one day. I'll also tell you about Annette's experience with diarrhea while on said Trek. In the middle of the night. In the middle of nowhere. On the flat flat plains of Wyoming. Nothing around but a bunch of cows, us idiots, and a full moon. Two full moons that night.
Oh I can't stop laughing! Give me a minute............ she didn't even have toilet paper.......Oh......my! That was a crappy night. O.K. I think I can go on now.
Anyway Annette and her hubby, I must say if I am ever stuck out in the middle of nowhere I want to be stuck with Blaine (Annette's husband) and Papa. ..... That doesn't sound quite right. They are both very handy in a pinch..... I don't know if that sounds right either. I don't care I am moving on with this lame story.
Anyway there is a town in Wyoming, Atlantic City. I bet many, many of you have been there. There are 3 houses that are lived in, and about 500 that are abandoned. I think it's an old mining town. There is also one restaurant. I don't remember the name. It is a unique little place full of Motorcycle gangs, hard women, and us little Mormon pioneer trekkers. We had been out in the dirt and muck for 4 days. I think we fit in just fine.
Annette told us we had to try the RMO's. I said o.k. get me a couple of beers first. (kidding) I had * whiskey. Washed those suckers right down.
The good thing about that experience? Now that Papa knows I'll eat those things for dinner he dares not to mess with me.
Give it a try girls, and tell me if your man isn't a little scared afterwards.
*Really means Pepsi with lots of ice.