Oh, yes, it's a real thing. They're called Rocky Mountain Oysters, and they have their own festival.
I got home from Boise on Friday night, and the fella had dinner going, rainbow trout (that he caught!), baked beans, and a baked potato, yum! While I was gone, he didn't really do a grocery shopping since we're going camping on Monday, so Saturday we decided to check out the Testicle Festival (Testy Festy if you're feeling casual). Every year the Cattlewomen of the county put on the Testicle Festival as a way to let the local ranchers relax in between calving and haying. There was so much food! Not only was there the main table with all the things you see on the plate below, but there was another loooong table full of pasta and potato salads and about a mile of desserts. I was going to take a picture of the carrot cake, but it didn't last long enough!
|The main attraction was surprisingly good!|
|I had plenty of this...it was really just fry sauce.|
|The official Testicle Festival shirt|
|Mechanical bull. This kid was really good!|
|Full and happy!|
It's definitely a different world out here.