You Are What You Eat
Since they say, "You are what you eat." You may call me Mr. Brain.
Even though I live in a "rich" neighborhood, I live pretty close to a rather
"ethnic" neighborhood. My buddy Brian stopped by for dinner, and we decided
to have Mexican food. The menu at the restaurant was in Spanish and
English... but looked like a place in Mexico where the English was an
afterthought. In addition to all the "normal" Mexican meats to go into the
tacos, burritos, etc., they offered beef tongue, beef "head", and
"sosas(sp.?)" (beef brain). I ordered a super burrito made with
"asada"(shredded beef) and also decided I'd order a taco made with brains.
Brian had been planning to order the tongue, but decided he'd get the brain
taco too.
The burrito was fairly huge. The taco was tiny, but full of brains. I
tasted a piece of brain and wasn't too thrilled. I think it mostly was
weird to think about eating some animal's brain. Brian suggested that I eat
my burrito first. When Brian's meal came, he took a big bite of HIS brain
taco. He didn't find it to be all that fun to eat brains either. I'm
pleased to say I ate my whole taco. Brian decided that one big bite of
brain taco was enough.
If you come by my house, we could go out to get some special food too. :-)
Blade
The following are some replies to my message:
bleck. Thanks for sharing!! You should come to my middle school and gross
out the kids.
Judy
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I think the problem is that you didn't have it fresh like
Chinese monkey brains ;-)
Just got back from a short visit to merry ol' England. Boy, those
guys like meat. We had some Haggis and it was actually pretty tasty.
But, don't take my word for it. I'm the guy that used to eat "Balute"
in the Philippines. It's sold by street vendors carrying these huge
pots on their backs. Basically a duck egg that's halfway incubated
and then cooked. That's also very tasty. Very much like a good chicken
soup with some egg thrown in.
However, I think I'll pass on the Brains as well...
Bill
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Oh, really, I highly recommend the brains. I can vouch that you will love
them really. I didn't finish my brain taco only because that was one huge
burrito, and I still had an order of Nacho's to finish. Really, the spongy
texture and bitter flavor had nothing to do with it. And I was only
pretending to gag while I eat it, I was trying to trick Blade so that I
could have his brain taco (that was before I realized just how much food I
had really ordered)......I am telling the truth, really........I mean
it.......(snicker)
Brian
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Why sorry? I thought it was a pretty normal Berg story ... (-:
John (with three a__holes)
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All this talk of touching nerves and savoring unusual gastronomic
delights reminds me of something that happened to my eldest
brother.
Many years ago, over thirty in fact, he emigrated to Australia. In
common with many who arrived there at that time he didn't have
a job lined up and so had to take his chances. He needed money,
and so wasn't too choosy about what he did as long as it paid well.
Luckily, he soon found work on a sheep station in some remote
outback location.
The work was hard and the other workers were entertaining,
civilized and sensitive in that uniquely Australian way. They had
an initiation ceremony that new hands had to forego, and the fact
that he was a pom promised more entertainment than usual.
There are various ways to castrate rams. You can use a special
type of cutter that cauterizes as it snips, or you can simply tie
string around the scrotum and leave the sac to fall off. Another way,
reserved for new hands on sheep stations, is to get them to bite
them off. Ram's testicles, even those of young beasts, are quite a
mouthful, and my brother tells me that he will carry to his grave
the memory of having his mouth stuffed full of filthy, sweaty bollocks
mingled with the sweet, cloying taste of blood whilst the ram tried,
quite understandably, to kick him to death.
Jon
P.S. I've eaten brain on a number of occasions and love it. As a child
we used to regularly have jellied brain in sandwiches, and in a Lebanese
restaurant I savored deep-fried lambs brain. Yum.
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As a matter of fact, I have seen your Mr. Brain email. I was going to
respond (maybe to all) about Rambis' old Pig Roast parties and how we used
to do "Brain Shots" with Pig brains. Then I thought wiser of it.
Steve
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Loved the story : ) So when is breakfast???? : ) how about dessert : )
Love the mail from your family they have great replies : )
Carolyn
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If I'd known this was going to be published, I would have mentioned how we
would fill in the gaps of the large shot glasses used for the "Brain Shots"
off with cheap Tequila or Jim Beam.
Steve
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