Tiger penis soup
Mr. Hyde
inevitably resulted in a number of wonderfully tasteless experiences.
I'll only relate one this time, but there will be more to follow if I
ever make the effort.
While traveling in Thailand I visited one of the hill tribe villages in
the north of the country near Chang Mai (where they grow all the opium
poppies). As I was wandering through the village market I spotted some
coiled up cylindrical objects that were obviously of animal origin. They
tapered slightly, from a rather jagged end where they had apparently been
severed from the host beast, to the other end which displayed a rather
strangely pointed head. All-in-all the things looked rather penile. I
unsuccessfully tried asking a few locals what the objects were, until I
eventually found a guy who spoke a reasonable amount of English. He told
me that they were tiger penises and that they were very good for making
soup, which is apparently a local delicacy. And I always wondered why the
tiger is nearly extinct.
Anyway, while I was in Chang Mai over the next few days, I checked out
the local restaurant menus. But, DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, lots of other
wonderful treats (ask me about the restaurant that specializes in cobra,
but also serves just about any other reptile you care to mention), but no
tiger penis soup! I guess this delicacy is restricted to the hill tribes
only. Bummer!
Anyway, I've got a few questions:
Has anyone ever actually tried tiger penis soup?
If so, is it as yummy as it sounds?
Does anyone have the recipe?
If so, do you think the tiger ingredient is essential, or could I
substitute, say, an aardvark penis, with little culinary loss?
Mr. Hyde
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Andrew Crawford
>Has anyone ever actually tried tiger penis soup?
>If so, is it as yummy as it sounds?
>Does anyone have the recipe?
>If so, do you think the tiger ingredient is essential, or could I
>substitute, say, an aardvark penis, with little culinary loss?
>
>Mr. Hyde
>-
Never tried it, but i do know that it's "alledgedly" an aphrodisiac in the far east.
It takes something like two tiger penis' to make broth for eight, which sells for
about 500 pounds(English sterling). There is no scientific evidence to show that it
does actually contain the right chemicals to affect a person sexually, but rather, it
remains one of those myths.
I guess if they left the dong unscathed(as oppposed to slicing it up) then it might
well make someone lustful; esp. the one who gets it in their bowl!
"Waiter, i've got a large penis in my soup!"
-Andy
a...@uk.ac.ed.dcs
Charles R. Tenney
[interesting but longish post snipped]
>tiger penis soup! I guess this delicacy is restricted to the hill tribes
>only. Bummer!
>
>Anyway, I've got a few questions:
>Has anyone ever actually tried tiger penis soup?
>If so, is it as yummy as it sounds?
>
> [...]
This inspires a pickup line: "Bend over baby, here comes your fresh hot
serving of tiger penis soup!"
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a.f.hudson, Manufacturing Science
This top a.t. delicacy was featured about a week ago on a wildlife documentary here in
Scotland. Apparently the scores on the doors are that the tiggerchopper (tm) is used
to make extremely expensive soup which is then sold to sad little Thai businessmen
with too much money, no cock and no hope....
When asked whether they thought it was gross, sad and a ticket to honorary membership of a.t., the little twat being interviewed replied "Ah, yes, but it's tradition". Cockless wonder....
Reminds me of being in France. One of the more sensitive members of our group (on a 5 month exchange trip) decides she's had enough pizza (why are there more pizza shops in France than in Italy? A.t. suggestions welcome - no anthropological shit please), and therefore she's going to have something different. One misunderstanding later (which I can't be bothered recounting cos it's only slightly more interesting than the redman flame) and she ends up with a plate of french fries and lightly fried brains. At
least she avoided the lambs testicle kebab another poor bastard got. Interesting flavour.
ObTasteless: When we were there, a few of the French guys used to hang around with us a lot. Not because they were being particularly sociable, mainly because they wanted to fuck the women (and, for the most part, succeeded). Anyway, one of them, Phillipe, on being told of Alisons brain encounter then tells us that we missed out on a great cultural experience by not coming a few years earlier, before they banned the fine practice of chaining live monkeys under tables, with the tops of their skulls protrudi
ng through a hole in the table. When the appropriate moment came, off came the tops of the skulls and everyone dug in. Presumably depending on where you dug into first the monkey would suffer varying degrees of pain before dying off. This was banned for the rather poor reason that the primates concerned weren't overly impressed with the procedure in general....
Award of the week: a.t.nation....
Cheers
Ally Hudson
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Daniel Steven Reinker
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>Reminds me of being in France. One of the more sensitive members
>of our group (on a 5 month exchange trip) decides she's had enough
> pizza (why are there more pizza shops in France than in Italy?
>A.t. suggestions welcome - no anthropological shit please)
Well, I thought long and hard about it, and here are the reasons I could
come up with.
-Italians kept using the greasy cheese to style their hair.
-The Pope sez no.
-.Mafia took over the delivery business.
- Not enough garlic in pizza sauce
- Waiters kept breaking legs of cheap tippers.
- Too much worry over dripping pizza sauce on their expensive suits.
- the drug business is a lot more lucrative.
Anyone have any other ideas?
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