tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post4083017496554372075..comments2023-10-31T09:51:46.455-05:00Comments on Exit 95 on The Yellowbrick Road...: I Guess PETA Has Pretty Much Left Louisiana Alone....Bo...http://www.blogger.com/profile/02136803397641401011noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-70518728854442218892010-12-31T08:34:24.135-06:002010-12-31T08:34:24.135-06:00Deb, I've eaten them and I don't like the ...Deb, I've eaten them and I don't like the taste of them. They don't take like chicken. They taste like FROG!!Bo...https://www.blogger.com/profile/02136803397641401011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-61868040019859907602010-12-30T09:00:56.997-06:002010-12-30T09:00:56.997-06:00When I was quite young my family and I went to vis...When I was quite young my family and I went to visit friends in the country in California. I remember the men collecting their gigging equipment and taking off in their boat to go frog gigging at night. They brought home a load of frogs which the women cooked but I don't remember if I ate any or not. I remember them saying it tastes like chicken. Debdebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01085841975352402290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-77358628181588371462010-12-01T10:28:07.776-06:002010-12-01T10:28:07.776-06:00I'm the same way, Danielle. I can't eat f...I'm the same way, Danielle. I can't eat frog legs because I keep seeing frog gigging in my mind! And I get nauseated when I think of eating frogs! I remember my mother's brother, my uncle, talking about "going giggin'" on some nights. When I told my mother & grandmother I was NOT going to eat any frog legs, my grndmother replied: "Good. Saves more for us."Bo...https://www.blogger.com/profile/02136803397641401011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27782375.post-41864084588591132262010-12-01T10:21:39.957-06:002010-12-01T10:21:39.957-06:00Frog legs....my mom served them once and when she ...Frog legs....my mom served them once and when she finally admitted what they were, I just couldnt eat them cause I kept seeing those little frogs in my minds eye....then many years later we were at a PA Dutch Buffet and my son (who was about 5 - 7 at the time) kept going back for those 'really good little fried chicken things'. Hubby and I kept looking for little chicken things there...well, it wasnt until he was grown up that we told him what he really had been eating!!!daniellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04460011312097894940noreply@blogger.com