Wednesday, February 18, 2009

some day my prince will come . . .

. . . or maybe it's my dinner!  Saw these 
frogs on Mott St., in Chinatown. 

Next thing I knew, a young Chinese woman reached 
into the barrel and fished out this unlucky fellow 
(and a few of his friends).  I asked her what she
 was going to do with him.  If I thought she was 
going to impart some culinary wisdom I was soon 
put in my place.  Her answer: "Eat him!"

3 comments:

  1. Eat him? That woman must not like the sound of frogs singing.

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  2. I got really curious so I went back to Lilly's and ordered one of their frog dishes. When it arrived at the table the aroma was so good I just leaned over and kissed it, which was a bad idea. You have no idea how much of this I had to have them put in a doggie bag for me to take home.

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  3. I too have eaten frog's legs,but am now saddened that I did.

    Didn't anyone else think this photo looks like the frog is wearing a wedding veil? Maybe her prince had come, except it was that lady who bought her....oh.

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