I always like to try new foods. I’m a little more adventurous in my tastes than Matt is, even though he likes spicier food than I do. I ate horsemeat deli slices in the Netherlands; I introduced him to the joys of grilled salmon, and this past week while he was away at blind school, I bought some frog legs.
I ate one once before, deep-fried at a Chinese buffet in New Hampshire, but I’ve never cooked them. The local discount supermarket here in El Paso had packages of frozen frog legs for only a couple of dollars a pound, so I bought a package.
It was highly disturbing how closely they resembled little, miniature human legs. Even the frogs’ backsides looked like little people-bums. It was disturbing and made them hard to cook, but I eventually managed.
The one I ate at the Chinese buffet tasted kind of like fish-flavored chicken—but it was hard to taste anything over the oily batter flavor. I wanted to find out what they tasted like, themselves, so with these, I didn’t batter them or add any spices or flavorings.
I didn’t know how to cook them or for how long, so I treated them as if they were chicken legs. I spread them out on the Nu-Wave oven grill and gave them around 12 minutes per side. I started out giving them just 8 after I flipped them, but there was still a little bit of pink in the meat so I gave them an additional 4.
Then I pulled them out, plopped them on a plate with a little salt, and dug in.
The meat still had that faint fishy flavor—very faint—and the texture was similar to chicken. It had subtle differences, though; it was a little denser, a little chewier than chicken. Almost like rabbit.
In retrospect, I think I cooked them too long, because although they were tasty, they were a little dry, like chicken breast. I have texture issues with food, and with plain chicken breast I need to have some sauce or gravy. These had a texture more like the dark meat of a drumstick, only drier.
TC had seen me cook them and was profoundly troubled by how much they looked like people bums and legs. He tried them, but didn’t like them.
I did like them. In fact, I would eat them again… if only I hadn’t broken out into horrid hives that night. The frog legs were the only thing I’d eaten that was different from usual, and I ate quite a few. It seems I may be allergic, alas.
So I picked the meat off the bones and stored it in the fridge, and when TC got home he decided he liked them again. I suspect the fact that they no longer looked like people-from-the-waist-down had something to do with it! He ate half the leftovers and then decided he didn’t like them anymore, so he put them away. This evening I regretfully fed the leftovers to the dog. He liked them. He even crunched up the bones, since they’re not hollow and dangerous like chicken bones.
Nothing like a little froggie for the doggie.