Is “stomached” even a word?
Frankly folks, I really don’t want to be accosted by this grossness when I’m shopping for my chicken breasts.
These be brains. Yeppers. Brains. Bleh. How the hell are you even supposed to cook the damn things? Ugh. I don’t even want to know. Put these over there with the horse meat. I’m not buying them.
OMG NOOOOOO!!! See, this is precisely why curiosity killed the cat. With oil and lemon.
Thank God the cat had 9 lives.
For some reason, the brains don’t disturb me as much as the fact that they’re in styrofoam and wrapped in plastic!
(PS — Just found your blog and am thrilled, since I’m planning my first trip to Italy and am looking for all kinds of coffee and food recommendations in Rome. Can’t wait to peruse all your archives!)