De Ground Frog, he come up out de hole. And he open one eye. And he look around. And he open the nother eye. And he look around some more. And if the one eye see the the nother eye they gonna be 40 days and 40 nights of rain, or winter, whichever more convenient.
De ground frog, she is very good, when you sautee dat wit de bacon grease, de shallot, de garlic and jus' a lil bit o' de white wine.
But you don' need to stop wit jus' a lil bit o' wine, you can use de whole bottle, no?
The rest of the wine is in the vain attempt to wash away the taste of the ground hog.
Unless of course the recipe above is actually for frog legs, in which case the rest of the wine is just to enjoy. I ate frog legs once many years ago and was surprised by how big they were. I had never seen a hopping big bullfrog, apparently.
The only time I had frogs legs the plate arrived with a pile of little attached pairs of legs about 1 1/2 inches tall. Poor things were barely past tadpole.
Tasty but time consuming.
EW--ew--I watched my husband fix a pair of fresh ones; and, and, when he put them in the skillet...they moved! [horrors e] I'm not real fond of eating any food that looks back at me, and I definitely don't want it moving.
How about tongue?
(hee hee)
Not a chance. My parents tried to get me to eat that when I was a child; that thing just...lay there on the plate, looking exactly like what it was. Ick. So, a stick-out of the (ahem) tongue to you and your hee-hees, missy! [borrowing from belM e]
Sooooo, you won't eat it if it's moving or if it just lies there. What does that leave?
Jackie, you're such a good straight man.
I bet dat galvanised you right into action, Jacqueline ....
Oh don't sound so pithed.
