Ross Cavins
| Brains And Eggs Anyone? |
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| Written by Ross Cavins | |
| Monday, 10 March 2008 | |
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You'd have to seriously dope me up to feed me brains and eggs . For the non-Southerners, this is a mixture of pig brains and chicken eggs. Scrambled. The WWII generation ate it regularly in the South, but not so much any more. Most of those people are dead now.  Good with A-1? Heinz 57 maybe? I got in an argument with my grandmother once. She loved her liver and me, being the troublemaker I was, felt the overwhelming need to explain to her what a liver does. She was an old country woman who loved her brains and eggs. She didn't think about what it was she ate, she just ate it. Fried placenta ? I'm not even going there. Makes you think what's really in a finger sandwich, doesn't it? Foie gras pate ? Look it up. I'm retching just typing about it. Squid and oysters? Personally I love them. Gator and deer? Can't keep me away. I'd even try bear and emu if given the chance. But not frog legs. I know it tastes like chicken but something inside me would bring it right back up. Might as well try to feed me possum or armadillo.  I love 'em runny. Now that I think about it, eggs? Mmm ... could I get my undeveloped chicken embryo over medium? You know, with the yellow stuff still runny? Yum, I love to sop it up with ground pork stuffed in intestines. Curious? Lick your chops. Uh, waitress, can I get some service over here?
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I've often thought it odd how certain foods become normal in our society while others are vanquished to scarcity. How one culture can revere a food that another holds in righteous contempt. Some foods are acquired tastes while others are seemingly innate in our diets. Take for instance, brains and eggs.| < Prev | Next > |
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