04-15-2020, 01:38 PM
My cousins and I used to cut the top off the cardboard, wax coated half-gallon milk cartons, cut two slots on on side for out belts to go through, and head for the weedy areas of Grandma's lake with BB guns in hand. We kill and gather them up until all three of us had a full milk carton. Then back to Grandma's to cut off and skin the legs. Grandma would then fry them up in some butter and we would chow down until they were all gone. Them was some grand days I tell ya.
On those rare occasions when I visit an upscale restaurant and see them on the menu (y'all ain't gonna find 'em on the menu at Micky Dees), I definitely order them up for dinner - even if I was thinking steak going in. They ARE that good folks. But then, I also LOVE snails (escargot). Good luck on the frog hunt.
PS: I've been told by a restaurant manager that most commercial frog legs served in restaurants are an African variety because that variety has larger legs.
On those rare occasions when I visit an upscale restaurant and see them on the menu (y'all ain't gonna find 'em on the menu at Micky Dees), I definitely order them up for dinner - even if I was thinking steak going in. They ARE that good folks. But then, I also LOVE snails (escargot). Good luck on the frog hunt.
PS: I've been told by a restaurant manager that most commercial frog legs served in restaurants are an African variety because that variety has larger legs.
Bob Hicks, from Utah
I'm 82 years young and going as hard as I can for as long as I can.
"Free men do not ask permission to bear arms."
I'm 82 years young and going as hard as I can for as long as I can.
"Free men do not ask permission to bear arms."