Issue X, Volume IV : June 2013
Food - October 2009
I just met Sarah L., and I absolutely adore her. She’s one of the few people that I’ve met who’s absolutely obsessed with food to the same degree I am. Today she’s cooking Rocky Mountain Oysters for me at her house. I’m basically trusting a stranger to cook a bull’s balls for me. I’ve threatened opponents with eating balls as a geeky middle-schooler unable to play kick ball, but actually eating balls. That’s something entirely different. I’ve never been to her house. I don’t know how well she cleans. I have no evidence of how well she cooks. I hear it’s easy to screw up offal. I’m new to all of this. When I try to imagine me eating bull testes, I sweat a little, my hands tremble, and my stomach turns. I feel crazy. I also feel adrenaline.