Note: I don't know where to find the author, if he'd care to contact me, I'd very much like permission for use of this.
I'm looking for a recipe, this will have to do for now. When I find one, I'll be happy to link it here or something.
If you've got a recipe, if it's posted on the Web, please let me know where, if it isn't, I'll be happy to put it here with proper attribution to the author, or if you're the author and prefer it that way, NO attribution.
Note that the following meal is now illegal in France, a victory for PETA-brains.
A.Lizard
From: cinch44449@fijfi.nerfball (Mr. Crank) Newsgroups: alt.tasteless Subject: Re: So good it IS illegal Organization: Minimal Date: Wed, 21 Apr 1999 23:43:30 GMT On Wed, 21 Apr 1999 11:41:54 -0700, "St. K" <ksantos@uafphpl.uark.edu> wrote: >Mr. Crank wrote: >> >> On Tue, 20 Apr 1999 15:49:33 -0700, "St. K" <ksantos@uafphpl.uark.edu> >> wrote: >> >> >It is supposed to be the most incredible gastronomic sensation a human >> >can ever experience, like a lifetime's worth of orgasms flooding over >> >you at once. Can any of you booger-eaters help "flesh" out this story. >> >> I already did. Twice. Pay attention. > >Me? Pay attention? I'm ADD-DWI. On to the next cocktail, until I get >bored with it. Well, I hope I don't get flamed for this, but given your list of admirable deficiencies, I'll repost part of the latest post on the bird: The French have a delicacy called an ortolan. It's a small brownish Old World bunting (so sez the dictionary), that's fattened in a small cage, and when the time comes they kill it (somehow), defeather it, and drop it in a special ortolan frying pan. There, the bird cooks in its own fat. When eaten, you pick the bird up by its beak and then you shove the whole thing in your mouth and bite. You eat feet, skull, eyes, intestines, intestinal contents, bunghole...everything but the beak, which you put back in the now-empty ortolan frying pan (in which the bird was served). This, BTW, is all done under a linen cloth draped over your head. When you stick the whole damn thing in your mouth and bite down, they speak of an explosion of wonderful flavor, unlike anything you've ever had before. I dunno...an explosion of brains, guts, shit, lungs, blood, muscle, gristle; crunching, collapsing bone perhaps--I'll just have to believe the flavor's in there somewhere. ObT: Yeah, I know one is in order, but I'm drawing a complete fucking blank. Those of you who give a flyin' fiddler's fuck are invited to blow me. -- Mr. Crank ---------------------------- Taxes--Thievery At Its Best! ----------------------------