My Mom's from Arkansas and when I was growing-up we went down to the Stuttgart and Pine Bluff regions in the Eastern part of the state often to visit family. My uncles fished a lot and several times my dad went "giggin'" frogs with them. I remember one morning opening the fridge to get some juice and the two pull-out bins in the bottom of the fridge were filled to the top with HUGE jerking bull-frogs they'd caught the night before! I remember them cooking them simply in seasoned flour, pan-fried in bacon grease, then we drizzled them with that Squeeze Parkay Margarine product... They weren't bad if I didn't actually really think about the fact that I was chewin' on a frog's limbs! Ha! (Just pretend you're in gai Paris!)

Sorry Alaskagriz, I tend to forget about coming out here when I am online. And in my real life I am the queit one anyway (which is quite funny since women supposedly talk like what 75% more than men). Needless to say my husband talks more than me.

>my husband talks more than me.<

Yeah, but, how many of those words are "yes, dear"?

ky
If it only always worked that way.

Kev...even if I was in (gai Paris ) I couldn't eat Frog Legs ! Maybe if I was starving to death and that was the only thing I had to eat !