Denninmi (1000+ posts) Fri Sep-16-11 02:36 PM
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1. I've never, ever had one.
I guess because they were always sort of scary looking and often the butt of jokes.
I really should try them, it always good to broaden the horizons, and I get a dozen and a half eggs a day during the peak of the laying season, although I'm planning to cut my poultry flock back dramatically since feed has almost doubled in cost since the spring of 2010, with no end in sight to the increases.
Gee, willickers! I've been to a lot of bars that had pickled eggs. Pickled pigs feet, too. And the ever irrascable "Blind Robin". Only took one of those to make me realize that it was no handicapped bird.
My dad would take a couple of us boys along to a tavern every rainy Saturday. We'd make good beer runners for him and his buddies. He made sure to reward us with a delicate sample of the barely edible bar fare available. His way of building "character".
Probably his way of trying to instill a morbid fear of bars in us. Didn't work. But, sometimes the sight of those bar pots brimming with the severed hooves of hogs or yard bird ova still makes me nauseous.