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I bit into a chicken salad sandwich that started foaming in my mouth one time. I purchased it off a roach coach back when I was doing construction... lets just say that the pink stuff was my friend.
One of the old-timers at my deer camp quickly scurries up the testicles off any bucks that get shot. He par-boils them, then fries em up. I'm not a big fan of the process (if you've ever cleaned and dressed them you know what I'm talking about), or the ritual. I refused to try them on GP for the longest time, but then Jack Daniels twisted my arm one night. Can't say I'll be putting them on the grocery list, but they *were* pretty tasty.
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