My father and his beer buddies used to capture live frogs to bring home for frogs’ legs parties. Sometimes these were served with rabbit stew and cornbread. The frog legs were such a treat for the children of the family. I can’t say we watched the butchering and prep but we were there when the legs came out of the skillet. Delicious. Like chicken 🙂
I know that many of you are going “eww gross”, that’s why I wrote the title in French, to make you look 😀 Frogs’ legs are found on the menu in many upscale restaurants in France, though the legs are somewhat smaller, maybe delicate, but just as delicious. They are served deep fried or sauteed in butter with garlic and herbs.
I found these big boys at The Butcher Shoppe in Pocono Lake. This post is dedicated to Bob Lynch.