Nuts!
on 06/11/2006 at 02:06 PM
Since I now know that there is a market for ‘bull’ testicles I’ll be more discreet about revealing them.
No thanks Skipper, I’ll pass! I’d need plenty of
before you could get me to open my mouth for these treats 
Then again, there are cannibals among us such as the decedent Jeffrey Dalmar who took cowboy caviar to a new meaning ! 
I live in the Boise area, right next to Eagle. They played the audio to one of the TV commercials on the morning radio show. I laughed so hard I almost drove off the road. Some bull singing “A redneck wierdo cut off my balls...”
There is still no way I would eat them, though.
Yummy!
Cowboy caviar - I haven’t heard that term in a long time.
I grew up working cattle. Every Spring round up season, we would brand, trim the horns of the adults, worm them and castrate the young calves. We kept a cooler nearby to toss the, um, how should I say, spare parts to save for later. I was pretty good with the knife, so it was my job to do the deed. My brothers couldn’t do it!
We utilized almost every part of the cows we slaughtered.
You ever tried scrambled eggs and calf brains, or tongue?MELISSA! We need to talk. You ain’t right, gal!
What can I say? I can shoot, skin and cook whatever I kill. We hunted snakes every spring, went frog hunting, because NOTHING beats fresh frog legs, we hunted deer, duck, rabbit, whatever we could find! We even shot and fried up some armadillo on occasion. They bounce like basketballs when you hit ‘em.
We never shot anything (other than rattlesnakes, copperheads and water moccasins) that we weren’t going to eat. Though, I must say we did fry up some rattlesnake meat one time - too bony!)
You should have seen me in high school biology class. When we dissected the frogs, I was the only one of the girls that would pick up the scalpel! After we were done with the disscetion assignment, I skinned it, just for practice. (And to gross out the sissy girls that did nothing but squeal during the entire assignment!)
During the week we were in the big city, on the weekends, we were on the farm.
I had the best of both worlds growing up. Except for the damn outhouse, I loved the time we spent “on the farm”.
I learned to be self sufficient and to respect the country and critters around us.
No wilting Southern flower here! My mother was one of the helpless Southern Belles. We waited three hours one time in 100 degree heat for a “man” to come change a flat tire.
I promised myself that I would never be helpless and HAVE to depend on a man to “take care” of things like a flat tire, etc.
I still look like a girl too!
Don’t get me started on the cadaver labs I participated in when I was in college!Remind me to never piss-off “Sweet Melissa”. I now conclude the Allman Brothers were not referring to our BMEWS Melissa.
Boy did I catch hell over that song. “Sweet Melissa”. I was such a tomboy!
I grew up with two older brothers that taught me how to fight, and I fought dirty! They called me the “shrimp”, because I am only 5’3” and weighed about 100 lbs. .(Can’t say that now though - darn it! Getting older just sucks! I am up to 124 lbs)
My mother made me go to Charm School - good golly I hated the walking lessons, posture exercises, how to sit, speak, etc!
They taught me to be a lady....
I can even be sweet when I need to!
This story just sounds nuts to me.
Bollocks!
I only eat nuts which grow on plants…
Is this Fear Factor or BMEWS
I’ve seen crazy moonbats, in search for fleeting fame, eat bugs, worms and bullnutz on FF, the few rare times I ever saw that show 
I’ve eaten a lot of strange “foodstuffs” but bull balls (or any other testicular treats haven’t ever been on the menu
I’ll be down in western NC next three weeks, maybe I can find some BBQ pig pearls to try out, after having my daily prostate curative dose of cold
