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To: lizma2

One Christmas my Grandfather took the entire extended family to an old fashioned steak house, “The Timberlands”, his treat..

My Son was about 5... He could find no chicken nuggets on the adult menu...

He settled on frogs legs..
When they arrived he tore into them with gusto.. “I’m eating frogs!” but he slowed with each successive bite...

Finally he broke into tears and could chew no more.

I said what’s wrong boy? He Sobbed... it taste like Frog...

I had Frog that Christmas and the boy ate my medium rare Delmonico steak. The little bugger...

131 posted on 12/02/2018 10:09:24 AM PST by mylife (The Roar Of The Masses Could Be Farts)

For lamb, emulsify Dijon mustard, diced rosemary, garlic and peppercorns in olive oil and red wine.

Marinate the lamb in that overnight, cook that really hot and fast, med rare.

best done outdoors as it will make a wreck of the oven!

132 posted on 12/02/2018 10:26:26 AM PST by mylife (The Roar Of The Masses Could Be Farts)

To: mylife

So funny!!! I hope he still gets ribbed about that. :o)

140 posted on 12/02/2018 12:55:32 PM PST by boatbums (Not by works of righteousness which we have done but according to His mercy he saved us.)

To: mylife

LOL! The only time I’ve had frogs’ legs, I didn’t even know I was eating them - they were in a paella, and tasted like chicken ;-)

141 posted on 12/02/2018 2:06:14 PM PST by Jamestown1630 ("A Republic, if you can keep it")

To: mylife

Oh goodness! LOL. He needed to dip them in melted into butter and lemon. Poor baby.

Mrs. Paul’s sold breaded frog legs when I was a kid and since we are Catholic we had them all the time.

148 posted on 12/02/2018 4:36:43 PM PST by lizma2

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