Guess the heck what?
My cousin invited me to a Turtle Fry this Saturday!!!
I am SO excited. What the HECK is a turtle fry? I sent back an immediate response asking just that: "Are you really going to fry turtles?" I haven't heard back yet. Stay tuned. I considered waiting to blog this blog until I found out for sure, but I'm overcome with excitement.
Me imagination runs amok. Maybe they don't really fry turtles, anymore than they really "roast"ed Pam Anderson on comedy central last week. They didn't ROAST--that is, bake her with carrot and potatoes, they just told awful jokes about the size of her poonani (www.princesspoonani.blogspot.com) while Courtney Love acted like an assbag idiot in the background.
Maybe they're really going to fry turtles, as "Turtle Fry" suggest.
Do they take them right of their little turtle shells? What the hell must THAT look like, a turtle, Unshelled? I'm picturing a gizzard. With legs. A gizzard with legs. Gizzards aren't so bad. There are family fights over gizzards at every holiday in our household.
Are the Turtle-Gizzards breaded? Grilled, brushed with BBQ sauce? Sauteed with a little garlic & onion?
Be still your hearts! I am going to show up with my camera and a fork, and I will let you know what happens. This is going to be so much better than mooning nuns.