Who's in with moose brains?

Reminds me of the time my dad "offered" me cow brain tacos when I was about 12. Looked just like those boiled ones--no garnish, in a plain corn tortilla. Almost barfed and earned myself an a$$-whoopin'. I got it done, but.... 🤮 I felt like the time I heard Kamala Harris speak in her jive voice, "Ya betta thank a union!"

Nonetheless, about 15 years later, bros and I were at Pop's house helping him and my bros came out with some beautiful looking tacos. I was like, "Oooh, whatcha got there-- hook a brotha up!"

Fried brains, chopped up and garnished with salsa. Did NOT look like the aforementioned version. I had to give my dad sh*t and remind him of how he had previously prepared them for me and how this in NO WAY looked like the dogsh*t tacos he forced me to eat.

He and my bros got a good laugh out of that.

In all fairness, my Pops was a broke a$$ Mexican as a kid and they used everything off every animal they slaughtered.
 
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My uncle was transferred to South America (Brazil) to run the company down there. He married a Brazilian national, and when my two female cousins were born, they now have dual citizenship. They spent their first 12 years growing up down there, then started spending half a year in each country. They were extremely pissed and disappointed when they couldn't get scrambled eggs and fried cows brains in our American restaurants!!
 
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Reminds me of the time my dad "offered" me cow brain tacos when I was about 12. Looked just like those boiled ones--no garnish, in a plain corn tortilla. Almost barfed and earned myself an a$$-whoopin'. I got it done, but.... 🤮 I felt like the time I heard Kamala Harris speak in her jive voice, "Ya betta thank a union!"

Nonetheless, about 15 years later, bros and I were at Pop's house helping him and my bros came out with some beautiful looking tacos. I was like, "Oooh, whatcha got there-- hook a brotha up!"

Fried brains, chopped up and garnished with salsa. Did NOT look like the aforementioned version. I had to give my dad sh*t and remind him of how he had previously prepared them for me and how this in NO WAY looked like the dogsh*t tacos he forced me to eat.

He and my bros got a good laugh out of that.

In all fairness, my Pops was a broke a$$ Mexican as a kid and they used everything off every animal they slaughtered.
I knew an old Mexican guy that I use to give wild pigs to when I shot to many for me to process. He always said he would take the whole pig. First few were skinned, washed down, and in game bags. After about 6 or so I dropped off one and he was happy, but I since something just not right. Once again he said he wanted the whole pig. His English was so so and so was my comprehension. But he talked about eating the skin. Next one I just gutted and washed up. Still something just not right, but he was happy. This time one of his grandkids was visiting. The whole pig meant guts and all. They explained how they wash out the intestines and fried them up. Nothing on an animal goes to waste.
 
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I knew an old Mexican guy that I use to give wild pigs to when I shot to many for me to process. He always said he would take the whole pig. First few were skinned, washed down, and in game bags. After about 6 or so I dropped off one and he was happy, but I since something just not right. Once again he said he wanted the whole pig. His English was so so and so was my comprehension. But he talked about eating the skin. Next one I just gutted and washed up. Still something just not right, but he was happy. This time one of his grandkids was visiting. The whole pig meant guts and all. They explained how they wash out the intestines and fried them up. Nothing on an animal goes to waste.
Oh yeah, the whole pig--hahahaha! Been there.

Dad would buy pigs (mostly) and sheep and goats on occasion to slaughter in the ol' backyard. From top to bottom we pieced them out. Some not-so-common cuts on piggies included deep fried pig feet, fried skins, blood tacos (uhhh), heart/lung/kidney tacos, chitlins and chorizo (Dad, we're eating this?) using the hog intestines.

Pops is 90 now with severe dementia. Those were good times although it was a little disconcerting as a midget the first couple of times. Needless to say, it was the norm for him growing up dirt poor and became the norm for us here in the states. I found it fascinating as a kid.
 
@Snoopdogg ,Sorry to hear of your father’s health. But it sounds like he had a great life being 90 now. At 61 now and 90 seems like an unreachable goal. Almost another lifetime away. My father in law passed at 94 a couple years ago. He always talked about his mom making blood sausage and how much he liked it. Nothing I was willing to try. A lot of cultures eat things that I can’t imagine eating. Some out of necessity to not waste anything, others as a delicacy. I know another Mexican guy who use to take about all the ground squirrels he ate as a kid.
I like and eat a lot of eggs. If you think of them as chicken embryos they are unappealing. 🤣🤣
 
@Snoopdogg ,Sorry to hear of your father’s health. But it sounds like he had a great life being 90 now. At 61 now and 90 seems like an unreachable goal. Almost another lifetime away. My father in law passed at 94 a couple years ago. He always talked about his mom making blood sausage and how much he liked it. Nothing I was willing to try. A lot of cultures eat things that I can’t imagine eating. Some out of necessity to not waste anything, others as a delicacy. I know another Mexican guy who use to take about all the ground squirrels he ate as a kid.
I like and eat a lot of eggs. If you think of them as chicken embryos they are unappealing. 🤣🤣
Appreciate that. Last couple of years have been rough on him and all 412 of my brothers/sisters. :ROFLMAO: Everything's breaking down on him, but he outlived both his parents by 32+ years. I know damn well he would have suffered the same fate had he not LEGALLY immigrated to work the U.S. as a teen. Notice I said legally? ;)
 
Appreciate that. Last couple of years have been rough on him and all 412 of my brothers/sisters. :ROFLMAO: Everything's breaking down on him, but he outlived both his parents by 32+ years. I know damn well he would have suffered the same fate had he not LEGALLY immigrated to work the U.S. as a teen. Notice I said legally? ;)
There’s a lot of us that fit that description snoopdog, “Legally immigrated”. I GAURENTEE you, Mexicans are not the only one’s here illegally. Clearly your family has been an outstanding asset to the Great American Experiment, as have English, Irish, Polish, Chinese, Africans, Peruvians, East Indians, Polynesians etc etc.
 
An ole boy that lived around the corner here, who’s dead now, used to herd sheep when he was a kid, with a Basque herder. There were out on Parker Mountain (Boulder Mt.) and ran out of food, waiting on a delivery from the owner.

The kid got hungry after a day or two without groceries. He shots a jack rabbit, skins, guts and washes it up. Flours it, puts a little salted and pepper on it and starts frying it up on the sheep camp stove.

The old feller comes in, looks in the frying pan and say’s, what’s that.

The kids says, it’s a rabbit.

The old herder, turns away and say’s, I’D RATHER EAT A CAT!!!

The kid say’s, well… I don’t have a cat……….
 
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Yep, really liked hunting and eating cottontails when I was a kid. Jackrabbits were target practice for my 243 to learn how to shot moving targets. Never even attempted to eat one.
 
Oh yeah, the whole pig--hahahaha! Been there.

Dad would buy pigs (mostly) and sheep and goats on occasion to slaughter in the ol' backyard. From top to bottom we pieced them out. Some not-so-common cuts on piggies included deep fried pig feet, fried skins, blood tacos (uhhh), heart/lung/kidney tacos, chitlins and chorizo (Dad, we're eating this?) using the hog intestines.

Pops is 90 now with severe dementia. Those were good times although it was a little disconcerting as a midget the first couple of times. Needless to say, it was the norm for him growing up dirt poor and became the norm for us here in the states. I found it fascinating as a kid.
Sorry to hear that Snoop. He did alot first His family and that is cool.
 
I told this story before but dad and I were deer hunting in Modoc Co. CA one year and we saw a porcupine from the road. Dad wanted me to shoot it and get the liver. I shot it with a .22 and operated on it and got the liver. He fried it up the next morning with eggs for breakfast. I ate some but probably won't do it again. It's pretty strong.
 
This same guy who cooked the moose brains has another video where he gets a King Crab. He boiled it whole then cracked it open and ate the gills, guts and all. Slurped it all down. He gave the meat to his wife and kids.
 
This same guy who cooked the moose brains has another video where he gets a King Crab. He boiled it whole then cracked it open and ate the gills, guts and all. Slurped it all down. He gave the meat to his wife and kids.
Double down buddy!!!
 
This same guy who cooked the moose brains has another video where he gets a King Crab. He boiled it whole then cracked it open and ate the gills, guts and all. Slurped it all down. He gave the meat to his wife and kids.
I think the Cajuns call that eating the "mustard" out of the crab/crayfish..
Something else I aint eatin.
 
I live in the South so you can find “Chitlins” in some of the grocery stores. I have tried them. A friend at work gave me some out of his lunch for me to try. They were a little greasy but they were okay, they were edible.

When I was a kid my grandfather used to eat squirrel brains. He didn’t remove the brains before they were cooked. The squirrel’s full head was put on the plate teeth and all. You could crack the skull pretty easy with a table knife after it was cooked and pick the brains out with a fork.

As a 10 year old looking at those teeth was more than I could handle so I never ate any squirrel brains.
 

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