Mountain Oysters…Bollocks!

I’ve eaten some strange things in my day. Hell, last week Joel and I ate chicken knees, and thems was good eating, too. We tried organ meats as well—delicious! I’ve eaten elk and snake and ostrich and even a few insects. I think my pallet is pretty open to new and exotic delicacies.

But, unlike the hundreds that recenty turned up at the 16th annual Mountain Oyster Fry, I totally draw the line before eating sheep’s testicles. I don’t care how they’re prepared. You could skewer them and roast them over mesquite, drown them in hot sauce, sprinkle them with crack. I don’t care, nothin’ doin’. Not a chance.

The very idea makes my nuts ache and my gorge riseth within me. Strangely, I kind of feel like this makes me a wuss—a notion I accept in this case—but I’m wondering if any of our readers actually would eat them. Who’s man enough out there to say that you’d eat balls?

Hundreds Line Up for Sheep Testicles [hosted.ap.org]