March 20, 2007
You Don’t Have the Balls
To eat Mountain Oysters. Below is a picture of mountain oysters. No, its not shellfish. They are not ravioli. If you guessed mushrooms, you’d be wrong.
From the AP here:
Virginia City, NV – Hundreds of people waited in lines for up to an hour for a chance to taste something different at the 16th annual Mountain Oyster Fry.
Servers at five booths dispensed about 130 pounds of “fried oysters,” or sheep testicles, at the Saturday event in this historic mining town about 25 miles southeast of Reno.
Visitors gave mixed reviews to the tiny morsels, which can be fried, barbecued, stuffed, or ground up and sauteed.
“People think, `Oh sheep testicles, gross,’ but it was pretty good,” said Amanda Palmer, 21, of nearby Carson City.
Among other things, the versatile meat has been used in tacos and sloppy Joes.
“We try to get families from all over to try them, but they’re all `nuh-uh,'” said Shauna Reese, 32, of Reno. “It’s just another tender meat.”
What’s next? The donkey lip festival? This reminds me of the scene in Funny Farm starring Chevy Chase when he was downing a plate of “lamb fries.”