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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. :D

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. :D

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 :o

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. :D
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.