It’s been a couple days since the Fellsmere Frog Leg Festival and my first encounter with the fried food for which the festival is named.
I guess I’ve been putting off putting into words what the taste buds experienced – I’m not sure I want to relive it. To watch my reaction to the first bite, watch the video below. It probably tells the tale a bit better.
I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about the very thought of trying frog legs – but, knowing that, I did my best to talk myself into it.
Mind over matter – right?
I had been told by several people that frog legs taste just like chicken – or at least like chicken with a slight fishy aftertaste.
My response has always been – “If I want to eat something that tastes like chicken, I’ll just eat chicken.”
After trying frog legs – I’ll stick to chicken. I believe it’s an acquired taste I’m not too keen on acquiring.
Standing on the steps of the Old Fellsmere School and staring into the Styrofoam container of fried legs, I tried – I really tried – to not think of the body parts that had been attached between the legs.
I couldn’t do it.
I plucked a thick leg pair out of the container, knowing that it would look good on camera – and I bit down.
I’ve been told by numerous people that this year’s batch of frog legs sold at the festival were hands down the best the event has had.
I don’t doubt that their opinions are accurate. But they’re just not for me.
As I explain in the video – I’m a Pisces (under the original horoscope, not this newfangled one that now has 13 signs), and I tend to avoid eating fish as much as possible. Not to say I won’t eat fish – I prefer not to.
All I could think of biting into the leg was how fishy it tasted. I don’t know what type of fish – I’m not a connoisseur.
I wanted to eat a full pair – I wanted to love ’em and write how wonderful they were and how much of a wuss I had been to have covered the Frog Leg Fest for two years and only tried them on the final day of the fair.
But I couldn’t. And I can’t.
The only consolation I can offer is that my loss is everyone else’s gain. It just means there’s more for the frog leg enthusiasts out there who live for the Frog Leg Festival and gorging on the amphibians – you know who you are!
I offer the following video as a testament to my trying the frog legs and my honest, in-the-moment reaction to them.
Don’t laugh too hard.
Until next time,