My Hunt for Those ‘Eggs Testes’
Okay, so I got this craving the other day. Remembered trying something adventurous years ago, some folks call ’em mountain oysters, others just… well, you know, the title says it. Let’s just call them ‘eggs testes’ for this story. Anyway, I decided I wanted to cook some up myself. Seemed like a fun project, right?
First stop, my usual supermarket. Walked up and down the meat aisle. Beef, chicken, pork, lamb… even some fancy duck legs. But nope, nothing like what I was looking for. Asked the guy behind the counter, gave him a sort of vague description. He just gave me this blank look, like I was asking for unicorn meat. Total dead end there.
Alright, plan B. Headed over to the local butcher shop, the one that’s been there forever. Thought, surely, this guy will know. He’s got all sorts of cuts you don’t normally see. Chatted him up. He knew what I was talking about, thankfully. Said he sometimes gets lamb fries, but didn’t have any right then. He mentioned they’re seasonal, mostly, or you gotta special order them way in advance. Getting warmer, but still no dice.
Digging a Bit Deeper
So, supermarkets were useless, and the regular butcher was hit-or-miss. I started thinking, where do these things actually come from? Farms, obviously. Maybe I needed to go closer to the source.
- Tried calling a couple of local farms I knew. One lady just laughed. Another farmer said they process their animals off-site and don’t handle that kind of stuff directly.
- Thought about farmers’ markets. Went to one the next weekend. Lots of great veggies, cheese, some meat guys… but they mostly had standard steaks, sausages, ground meat. Asked around, same story. Nice folks, but no ‘eggs testes’.
It was turning into a real quest. Honestly, I was getting a bit frustrated. Why was it so hard? Back in the day, seemed like you could find more unusual bits if you looked.
Then I remembered this little ethnic market across town. They always have interesting stuff, things you definitely don’t find at the big grocery chains. Worth a shot, right? Went over there. Place smelled amazing, all spices and weird ingredients I couldn’t name. Found their meat counter in the back. And guess what? Tucked away in the freezer section, behind some goat meat and tripe, there they were. Lamb testicles. Bingo!
They weren’t called ‘eggs testes’ on the label, obviously, but I knew I’d found them. Grabbed a pack. Felt like I’d won the lottery after all that searching. Took them home, and now the real adventure of figuring out how to cook them begins. But hey, finding them was half the battle, wasn’t it?
