I knew it was only a matter of time until there was a post about balls again. But chicken balls? Urgh.
Hey, this post, like the karaage udon it celebrates, is wholesome. Your mind, on the other hand...
Hey ... you're the one who eats chicken (which is far worse than having a dirty mind) :)
And don't tell me you didn't think someone would pick up on the balls component of the post. You could have used other words like "nuggets" if you had been concerned with impurities. (Incidentally, I looked up a Chicken Karaage recipe and it referred to them as chicken squares ...)
Aw, christ, I'm still sick here, I keep missing the set up lines I'm writing. I wrote "chicken balls" in naive earnestness. I apologize. They're really chicken chunks. I didn't want to say "nuggets" because that makes people think of McDonald's.
You don't eat chicken? What about a good steak?
You mean a nice, seasoned tofu steak?
pescetarian here (former vegan ... and at times can't stomach the thought of seafood although I have wholeheartedly embraced eggs and dairy again), with the very occasional slip to the dark side for bacon or a hamburger.
never ever ever ever chicken. eww.
Then there was that Thai restaurant in Philly that offered "Deep-fried Surprised Balls"...
I'll bet they were surprised.
Ok, pg, I see why baa booked us at Greens. The ex and I were together mainly on the strength of our mutual dislike of seafood. Then I started eating fish, and she left me.
You missed that as a setup line? I sincerely thought you were talking about eating testicles, a la Rocky Mountain Oysters.
In Japanese, karaage just refers to Western-style fried chicken in pretty much any form; I think it's just that they tend to eat it in chunks.
They fry so much stuff here, man. Tempura is just the beginning.
Chicken is okay as maintenance meat, but it's certainly no pork, profgrrrrl. How the hell do you manage to get out of bed every day knowing you won't taste bacon? I weep for you. Truly, I do.
very occasional slip to the dark side for bacon
Ah, somehow I missed that on the first read.
Apo, I always knew you were a man of refinement, despite your mulleted past. Life without the pig, in my view, is well nigh unlivable.
Ogged keeps missing the set-up lines ... and I see set-up lines everywhere (was waiting for you to jump in on this one last night apos), but I'm actually attempting to be ladylike in my blogging today ...
Whatever for? Let 'er rip, say I.
Oh, fine ... it was too perfect of a set-up, no?
How the hell do you manage to get out of bed every day knowing you won't taste bacon?
The better question is why my bed is entirely lacking in pork these days.
And if it weren't lacking, I wouldn't be getting out of bed every day.
Thanks, pg! (mwah)
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