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Starting a New Tradition
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 9:54 am
by Gene Howe
We've always had black eyed peas and cornbread on New Years day.
This year, I'm adding a new treat.
Mountain oysters.
Since Phyllis refuses to be in the kitchen while I prepare them, this tradition may have a short life.
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:21 am
by algale
Gene Howe wrote:We've always had black eyed peas and cornbread on New Years day.
This year, I'm adding a new treat.
Mountain oysters.
Since Phyllis refuses to be in the kitchen while I prepare them, this tradition may have a short life.
I'd refuse to be there when you "harvested" them.

Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:30 am
by Jack Wilson
Enjoy; but none for me thanks.
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 11:13 am
by JPG
[quote="Jack Wilson"]Enjoy]
I am waiting for the "what they be question"?;)
Then the answer!:D
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 11:47 am
by Gene Howe
Another name is calf (or lamb, pig or turkey) fries.
Calf fries are the product of the operation that makes a young bull a steer.

Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 12:59 pm
by Ed in Tampa
My question is why, when there is so many other things to eat in this world.
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 1:08 pm
by Gene Howe
Because Ed, believe it or not, they are very tasty.
And, as my old man would say, waste not, want not.
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 1:11 pm
by swampgator
From every litter of pigs, we always waited a short time and did the harvest. Had more time in the mud than I wish. Would never eat them but gave them to the dogs. Like Ed, why eat those when there is so much good stuff to eat.

Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 1:33 pm
by dgale
I'm all for the black-eyed peas and cornbread…I'd politely pass on the entree

Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 11:21 pm
by joedw00
swampgator wrote:From every litter of pigs, we always waited a short time and did the harvest. Had more time in the mud than I wish. Would never eat them but gave them to the dogs. Like Ed, why eat those when there is so much good stuff to eat.

We did the same thing. The dog thought he was in heaven we we started. My grandparents would cook up some, I tried them once, they did not taste too bad, but could not get past what they were. Boy the pigs sure did squeal.