Scrambled eggs and brains
1 calves brain
4 eggs
1/4 cup milk
salt and pepper
Scramble the eggs and mash the brains in a bowl. Add milk and seasoning and mix well.
Pour into a hot buttered skillet and cook, stirring frequently, until you no longer gag at the thought of eating something that actually used to think. I mean, seriously. Brains? Why the hell would anyone eat brains? Unless they're Hannibal Lecter then they only eat the brains of FBI agents, not innocent, big eyed, soft mouthed calves who once frolicked in a meadow and affectionately nuzzled the mother who loves them. Really, Brains. Honestly. Go eat some soy cheese, fer cryin' out loud.
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This is fantastic! Great graphics/header!
I was kinda wondering - what with all the recipe posts lately - if you would branch to something like this.
once upon a time, when I was a little girl, I was told that we were having sweetbreads for dinner.
I thought "huh. dessert for dinner. boy, I can't wait for that!"
what wound up on my plate was clearly neither sweet nor bread. I was a little dubious, but my dad and stepmother were really strict about cleaning your plate, so I forged ahead, thinking that whatever it was it was better than the spanking I'd surely receive if I complained about it.
I did okay, until my stepmother's bratty younger brother said, with lurid delight, "Heidi, do you know what this is? it's brains. calf's brains. from a cow's head."
yeah, I took the spanking. and I didn't get any real dessert that night. but by then I didn't care to find out what they thought "pie" really meant.
the moral of the story - don't trust grownups.
I mean, seriously. Brains? Why the hell would anyone eat brains?
not just any brains. mashed brains. are they trying to cleverly disguise the brains as eggs, some sort of cunning camouflage?
you know, i'm freaked out enough about mad cow as it is (not enough to stop me from eating at Burger King twice in a row thus far this week, but). i ain't eating no brains.
as for the rest:
The sweetbreads looking up at me
Are not what they purport to be.
Says Webster, in one paragraph,
It is the pancreas of a calf.
Since they are neither sweet nor bread,
I think I'll have a bun instead.
--Ogden Nash
--so yeah, sweetbreads aren't brains. they are innards, howe'er.
whatever. They're nasty.
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