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Yes Bear you are disgusting but but but I do still love you and adore some of the OTHER foods that you make.
LOL---I knew what Dude meant. He's my buddy, so we just kid around.I had a feeling you might take that comment of Dudes as a compliment. Was kinda thinking that myself but didn't say it. Figured I didn't know you well enough or long enough..<grin>. And I don't eat organs either.....being a city boy & all that. The only thing running wild around me growing up was Norwegian Rats in the alleys. Think Pops made $25 a week doing construction plumbing on the high rises so we ate a lot of pasta. Luckily, the apt. we lived in (a 5 story walk up) was under rent control from WWII....50 bucks a month, or I think we woulda been eating pigeons. Thanks for sharing the peek into the Bear Cubs life....wasn't boring at all.
I'm sure you are right, but I don't think I could try it, probably for the same reason many won't try Roe, but what can I say.You may be missing out on something amazing. Although I haven't had it from a shad I did have it from a monk fish while I was in Japan. It was delicious!
Thanks Mark---I think---LOL
Yes Bear you are disgusting but but but I do still love you and adore some of the OTHER foods that you make.
Unbelievable how many more memories you just brought back. Every thing you said was very familiar, except they had to shoot most of their meat, because their only cows were milkers. At my Great-grandpop's, where my Dad was raised, I distinctly remember the GGF lifting one of the lids on the combination cooking/heating coal/wood stove to spit his chewing tobaccy into the fire (sizzle). The house always smelled good, like wood smoke. The pump was about 70' away, and the one seater was about 80' away. People always gathered in the kitchen too, because it was warm there, and we played a lot of Pinochle in them days.Bear, I was born on a farm much like your dad. We didn't have many amenities in my earliest years. No electricity, no indoor plumbing. Had a "2 holer" outback and used "honey pots" in the winter. Although, we were fortunate enough to have indoor pumps at the kitchen sinks, fed from a sistern, they'd freeze up when it got real cold in the winter. Had a wood stove for house heat with gravity fed register openings for the upstairs bedrooms. We had plenty of quilts and blankets for bedding and stayed pretty warm at night, although you could see your breath in the morning. Needless to say, you didn't waste any time getting dressed when you got out of bed. I remember my mom's cook stove that we burned mostly corn cobs in. We were dirt rich and money poor. We raised and harvested almost everything we ate. All our own chickens and livestock. Had a huge garden with all kinds of vegetables, fruit trees, grapes, raspberries, etc. You name it, chances are we raised it, butchered it, canned it, or dried it. No fridge or freezer. Got a big ice block that would last all week for the wooden icebox every Sunday after church from the gas station in town. How many guys out there can remember threshing oats or farming with a 4 horse team of Percherons? We hunted and fished for some of our food, too. To this day, I love eating what most people would consider "guts". With our family (10 kids) you didn't want to get in the way of the "flurry" of forks stabbing the chicken hearts, livers, gizzards, necks, and feet when the fried chicken hit the dinner table. LOL
We ate fish roe, too. I'd nearly forgotten about it. Mom soaked them in salt water overnight and fried them up with scrambled eggs the next morning for a special breakfast treat. Life was much different in those days. In someways much more difficult, but in other ways much simpler and better. Everyone had to work for the betterment of the family, and believe it or not were a pretty happy bunch.
ShortEnd
Darn Bear, From a guy that likes menudo I'd tear into a plate of that, never had it but wouldn't hesitate. Closest Ive had was a jar of Pautkzes after a night of fishing and tequila.
Well actually it was a friend and myself fishing and the jar was empty the next morning along with the Quervo...........You ate the Bait?????
Reminds me when I used to shoot in the pool league with my best crazy buddy as my partner (two man teams league).
One day I got back from fishing a little late, and had to go right to the match.
I took a small Killifish Minnow (only about 1 1/2" long) in my pocket, into the bar, and when nobody was looking, dropped it into my buddies beer.
Jack took a couple sips, and a couple pool turns, before he noticed the minnow swimming in his mug (still alive).
Then I saw him looking close at his beer for a few seconds.
Then he looks over at me, says, "Is that the biggest one you caught?", and picks up the mug & chugs it!
Bear
If you get some, get a kind that has very fine eggs, like 1/32" in diameter or less.Wow! Nice little waltz down memory lane, thanks for that guys. I was really surprised to see that anyone at this stuff, well other than me. *laugh* I remember my grandmother frying up catfish eggs and mixing them with scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfasts. There wasn't much on an animal that we didn't eat. Even now I'll eat just about anything and it drives my lady nuts. Nothing better than fried "parts". I'll have to hit the local Asian markets and see if they sell roe or not.