Doing ostrich and frog legs for lunch. Steak for dinner.
Grew up on lamb. My Grandpops had a grilling pit in his garage. Garlic oil basted lamb non-stop. I’ve never made it cuz there was no way I could make it as well as my Grandpa.
My grandpa had a grilling pit in an old shed in south Chicago. He did a pig and a lamb for Christmas and Easter (orthodox calendar). I remember giant platters full of both sliced meats, it was hard to choose but I always went for the lamb. My Dad taught me decades ago how to make an X in the meat and shove a whole garlic clove inside - all over the leg. I still do that and rub a little oil over the leg, spice with salt, pepper and usually Monterey steak seasoning.
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...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzMlaEdRT0Y