In the last few weeks I have been in four different states, eaten with my hands in front of a belly dancer, discovered a culinary masterpiece, sampled soda bread from a Farmer’s Market, toured a submarine, panned for sapphires, tasted the best fudge of my life in a candy store with pink, crystal chandeliers, eavesdropped on a woman rehashing her near death experience about waiting out an earthquake on a toilet, and fell in love with running for a whole week (I know! And, can you believe it? Followed by, neither can I!)
I guess I just wanted you to know that I’m taking my blogging hiatus very seriously, and not just wasting it by watching Cash Cab in my underwear or something.
In the meantime, let me leave you with a small nugget. Drew and I were en route from one small town in Montana to another small town in Montana with some friends when we saw a massive billboard alongside the road advertising the “Testicle Festival”, where the consumption of Rocky Mountain Oysters (also known as fried bull testicles) is apparently taken very seriously. We got a chuckle out of the sign and it led to the following conversation between my son and daughter:
Drew: Hey Sam, do you know what rocky mountain oysters are?
Sam: Not really.
Drew: They’re sheep’s balls.
Sam: Okay, I did NOT want to know that.
Drew: Sam, it’s IMPORTANT for you to know. I mean, what if a hobo came up to you and said, “Hey, want some rocky mountain oysters?” and you didn’t even know what he was talking about. Wouldn’t you want to know?
Sam: How about I just NEVER TAKE FOOD FROM A HOBO!
She’s got a point. Not to mention, whatever happened to driving along secluded Montana roads being a wholesome experience? Maybe we should watch more Cash Cab.
11 comments:
We TOTALLY passed that same billboard! And Jeremy insisted that we should go back for it.
I have too!!!!!!
I totally turned around our car so we could have a family picture (such a touching moment) in front of that billboard! AND I bought a key chain.
We missed the festival too.
I think I would rather take food from a hobo than try an oyster.
Glad you are having such a great time.
New Zealand is so boring. We never get such cool events OR billboards like that. sigh
Lani: You don't need billboards, you have New Zealand!!
I'VE TOTALLY BEEN THERE!!!!
BY MISTAKE!!!
And you couldn't take a picture? You've had some pretty good post titles but this one takes the cake. A huge, fudgy, chocolaty, moist cake.
Wow, this makes my road trip sound very, very lame.
That was totally educational. I will be sure to just say no to rocky mountain oysters:) We miss you already.
For whatever reason, I am not even suprised! I do think it is funny though. There is a place in our area. I can prove it, too... that is called, "Ultimate Steel Erection" it's a building company. There are big trucks and everything with that name one it and I always chuckle.
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