Testicle Festival!

Next up is a rocky mountain oyster eating contest in a couple of weeks.

I had never sampled this culinary creation, so I could not wait to try some. I found a couple of places that had RMOs on the menu, and T-bonz and I picked up two orders from the too-close-for-comfort local fried food paradise, Golden Flame Hot Wings, where you can get anything. As long as it can be breaded and dropped in the vat of boiling oil. These can!

Here's one order. Six oysters, a couple lemon wedges, and one container of cocktail sauce:

I had no idea what to expect. I thought maybe they would be more ball-y in form since that's what they are. But they came prepared in another form that does make sense since they are rather large after all.

Under the breading, the actual meat was about 3 to 4 inches long, 1 or 2 inches wide, and 1/8 to 1/4 inch deep. The meat itself is not too tough, but it is sinewy and quite chewy.

The taste is not as one might expect. There really is none. With the breading all you really taste is that. At first. On the way down. Then something comes back up. Not the swallowed bite but a bit of a testicular after-taste. Not wholly unpleasant but not too appetizing.

If you squeeze on some lemon it helps a bit. A dip in the cocktail sauce is not bad either. Doing both is even better.

It's tough to say what they're like. I guess they are kind of like taking a chicken breast, pounding it flat, boiling it, and then baking it a little bit too long.

All in all, the experience was not too shabby. I probably should have stopped after the first order - I had done what I needed to do. But then I thought, probably correctly, that the second order would not taste too good after refrigeration (the breading would be pretty soggy, and who likes eating cold balls?) so I dug in. That's a lot of fried. But some really good balls.