Lamb Gets The Chop

My lack of posting over the last week stems in part from an incredibly tenuous wireless connection---which seems to come and go depending on what color socks I'm wearing and whether my last meal contained any ingredients beginning with the letter "s"---and also from the fact that I'm unable to type with one hand, and I'd have needed to type with one hand if I was to type at all over the last few days, because the other hand would, at any given time, most likely have been holding a drink.

On Saturday night, we went to a Turkish restaurant in North London called Testi. For me, the name provided amusement enough, but in a stunning twist of irony, my friend Russell actually did order some testes---lambs' testes, in fact. Apparently, they're all the rage in Turkish dining establishments---I stuck to the hummus and stuffed vine leaves myself---and our waitress presented them with a flourish, announcing cheerfully "Testicles!" as she lowered the plate in front of Russell, who was waiting bravely to dig into his evening meal.

After a brief and worrisome mix-up involving a hole in one of the lambs' testes---"oh my god, is it a vein hole? Oh no, it's just where it was cooked on the skewer"---Russ pronounced them "a bit spongy" and wrapped the remainder up in a napkin, which he tucked into his pocket for later. (I imagine one feels like less of a man if one appears in front of the waitress not to have been able to finish one's portion of lambs' testes. Besides, you can't exactly place them in the To-Go box on top of everyone else's baba ghanoush and chicken kebabs, can you?) Upon remembering the unwanted leftovers in the pub some hours afterwards, he reached into his pocket and stuck the crumpled napkin and its contents into the ashtray on the table, which was immediately whisked away and replaced with a fresh one by an overzealous barmaid, as we looked on in horror.

"Well," said Doug as the unsuspecting girl ferried the discarded lambs' testicles away deeper and deeper into the recesses of the pub. "It certainly gives new meaning to the phrase 'the nuts are complimentary.'"

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jes
May 23, 2006

As soon as I read the name "Testi" I thought, "Ha! Like testicle!"

Apparently I'm not as original as I thought. Because the fact that Russell actually ordered testes made me LOOK THE WORD UP IN THE DICTIONARY (hmmmm...test...teste...testes) to make sure I wasn't mistaken that it was, in fact, TESTICLES.

Additionally, it just seems wrong that a man would be eating testicles. One would assume they wouldn't do such a thing on mere principle.

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Jason
May 23, 2006

When I heard Testi my mind went to testy - as in exasperated or peevish. Had testes been the initial association, I'd have fled in horror early.

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Chris
May 23, 2006

Bwahaha- I love Doug's wicked sense of humor!

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citywendy
May 23, 2006

What kind of gravy does one get over lamb balls?

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Meg
May 23, 2006

Oh, I laughed out loud at work. And you know how awkward THAT is.

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daniellecody
May 23, 2006

A post! I looked yesterday (as it was a dreary Monday) and nothing...but today, a post! And about testicles, no less! Whoopee!

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Jess
May 23, 2006

I was a little disappointed that the first 8 weeks of my pregnancy I had no signs of ... well... pregnancy. But thanks to the testicle story, I threw up! I mean, really, while reading it I had to run to the bathroom. It might sound weird, but thank you! Now I can join the world of morning sickness moms.

(now, I hope I won't start craving lamb testicles for the remaining months, once I feel better)

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marcheline
May 23, 2006

That waitress had balls.

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Liberal Banana
May 23, 2006

I saw a man's name on a form at work once whose name was Hung-Lo.

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Meepers
May 23, 2006

Oi! Baaaa-aad mental pictures there - but funny, oh so funny. Imagine if the barmaid had found the contents of the napkin in front of you - that would have made for a truly awkward moment. Doug would have needed all the balls he could muster up to own to that one, no?

Sorry. Can't. Stop. Bad. Puns.

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mrsmogul
May 23, 2006

I'm a vegetarian so couldn't eat anything ball-like :@

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Angela
May 24, 2006

I'm not a vegetarian, and yet I still couldn't bring myself to eat anything ball-like...

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Gretchen
May 24, 2006

Mmmmm, testicles. I've eaten them a few times. Once I went to a party out in the desert on the Mexican border that was given by a bunch of cokeheads. I was STARVING, and the thing about cokeheads? They aren't much interested in eating. Finally they unveiled a dish they called Rocky Mountain Oysters. Fine. I would have eaten the linoleum at that point. It wasn't until afterward that I learned I was eating bollocks. What the hell. I also had Turkey Fries at the Mid-State Fair up in Paso Robles. Smaller, but bollocks nonetheless. Those I ate with full knowledge of their composition. They actually are pretty good.

Regarding Russell, I must point out that my husband and his friends think it's EXTREMELY GAY for a man to have testicles in his mouth for any reason whatsoever. Not a one of my five male friends would try a Turkey Fry, howsoever I wheedled.

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Kristen
May 24, 2006

Once again, a story I've read on the internet has made me thankful to be a vegetarian. However, even if I weren't, I would have stuck to the hummus, too. Apparently there is a restaurant somewhere (in China maybe?) that serves ONLY penises and testicles from various animals. It's a popular place.

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Paul
May 24, 2006

Better the lamb's testes than mine. LOL

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mothergoosemouse
May 24, 2006

The idea of skewering balls and cooking them would seem to be repulsive enough that a man just couldn't bring himself to do it. But I can definitely see a woman taking satisfaction in ordering testes.

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natalie
Jun 01, 2006

great job, interesting read
natalie