Today my friend Jorge introduced me to sheep's head tacos. Allow me to take you on a journey:
Upon arrival to their house, I was immediately ushered to the oven by the young, electric Boots, where I was introduced to my meal. He tried to hide in his ramshackle house of tortillas:
After a few minutes of judging an impromptu gymnastics exhibition I was told it was time to eat. Inside I came, LITERALLY, face to face with it:
First to come out was the eye. I was assured this was the tastiest part. I admit I was skeptical at first, but let me tell, no joke, one of the tastiest things I've ever had:
Further dismantling (read tearing the bottom jaw off) revealed more to eat. You'd be amazed how much meat you can get off of this thing.
Next up: brain meat. After many frustrating attempts to scratch the meat out a less grace method was used: a hammer.
In short, looks gross, taste delicious. Now to cross-breed a spider and a sheep so I can eat all the more eyes.
 |
| R.I.P. you delicious bastard |
No comments:
Post a Comment