Recipes for “Testicle Pizza”, “Battered Testicles” and “Bull Testicles
With Bechamel Sauce” are among 31 dishes served up in the world’s first
testicle cookbook.
I really don’t know how I feel about this. Gourmet Chef and author Ljubomir Erovic specializes in cooking testicles. The book, which is available online through Yudu, even includes videos. Apparently there are recipes that include testicles from Bulls, Stallions, Ostriches, Sheep and any other testicle you can think of.
“This book is a small step for testicle cuisine but a giant leap for
cookbooks as a genre”, says Richard Stephenson, CEO of YUDU. “Multi-media
cookbooks open new possibilities – such as, in this case, being able to
watch the author peel and slice testicles.” (The book includes a how-to
video on slicing frozen testicles.)
I’m thinking this might end up being popular w/ the scorned women of the world, no? I would totally buy one just to keep it on the counter for when my husband annoys me.
This book is available from Yudu. You can buy it here in e-format.
Via PRNewswire
Reminds me of a classic joke:
An American decides to attend the most famous bullfighting event in Spain. Afterwards, he notices the crowd swarming toward a small restaurant adjacent to the stadium and figures he’d head over to see what was happening.
He arrives at the restaurant just as there was a loud cheer from a smiling man and groans of disapointment from the rest of the crowd. A chef exits the kitchen trumphantly brandishing a covered dish which he then presents to the smiling man.
As the crowd cheers, the American asks a man standing next to him what all the excitement’s about: “After winning the bullfight, the matadór castrates the losing bull. Then every year we hold a lottery, with the winner being presented with the balls of the bull prepared by the master chef over there. It is a coveted delicacy and we all yearn to win.”
The American glances over, and sure enough, the smiling man appears to be in extasy as he takes bites from the two huge, juicy balls presented on the large platter.
“What a interesting custom!”, thought the American and he decided that he would return and enter the lottery. And for year after year, the American returned hoping that he would win the lottery and get his turn to savor those humongous bull balls.
Finally, after 10 years, the American wins! Such joy and anticipation as the the chef, brandishing the covered platter, approaches him! The crowd cheers as, in a sweeping motion, the chef removes the lid. But there, nestled in some rice, are two teeny, tiny shriveled orbs.
“Hey, what is this?” asks the American. “Every year I come here hoping for a taste of those giant bull balls, and every year someone else has won. FINALLY, I win and you serve me this meager offering? WHY?!”
Says the master chef, “Seniór, sometimes the bull, he wins.”
Eeeeeewwwwwwwwww! hahahahahaha!!
Gosh, thought it might have been published in Montana. We are home to the “Big Sky Testicle Festival” every year. No joke.
Oh good idea, Holly. This IS much more effective than my copy of “A Hundred and One Ways to Eat Crow”.
I love my husband – I really, really do:)
mph
Aren’t bulls testicles called “prairie oysters” somewhere? I know that “machitos” have been cooked and enjoyed in northern Mexico for centuries.
Me, I see these things and am even happier I don’t cook 😉
Honestly, I think i was just a little sick in my mouth. Eeewwww.
azteclady ~ We call them “Rocky Mountain Oysters” where I live.
Bev,
Ewwww..but funny. LOL
AL,
Where I’m from in the Midwest, like Dev, we called them Rocky Mountain Oysters. One of the restaurants in my town served them as an appetizer and we used to take freshmen there when was in HS. As I’m sure you can imagine, many didn’t realize what that meant and would eat them before they knew what was up. Fun was had by all (er..well, all of us upper classman). Good times, good times.
MPH,
I had MM read this post and he cupped his crotch and cringed. I’m totally buying one…ha!
In one of those weird synchronicity things, someone else posted this in a forum I belong to, with the predictable male response.
What’s stupid, Sweet Cheeks? The book itself, my post or that people really eat animal testicles?
Apparently the chef is from Serbia where they’re considered quite the delicacy.
Ewww, buffalo ones? I bet they had to be huge. Barf is right.
*shudder*
But come on, you can’t tell me it wouldn’t be great to threaten your DH with. *eg*
Seneca totally got a point there, I would miss my s.o.’s … erm, manly parts… if there went missing 😀
I think it’s stupid.
The book, the book!
Nothing you write is stupid to me.
I just can’t take the book seriously. It reminds to much of the Fear Factor episode where they had to eat buffalo balls.
Excuse me while I go barf.
Nah, I love his manly parts too much to threaten them in that way.
LOL
“I would totally buy one just to keep it on the counter for when my husband annoys me.”
LOLOL! Love it.
How incredibly frightening!!
Buffalo? Hmmm. Well, they’re probably lower in fat than the cow ones.