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In another bar in the village-over-the-hill aforementioned:
Little bony bits of baby goat wrapped in stomach in a mushroom sauce
Intestines of baby goat stuffed with rice and lungs, kidneys, liver etc
Roasted baby goat head
Pudding made of milk from the mothers of new-born calves
Red wine, coffee, tea and whisky
I think 15 goats must have died in order that the twenty of us wake up feeling dreadful. I’ve forgotten the names of the pudding and a couple of other dishes, never mind attempting this kind of analysis.
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May 24th, 2007 at 21:25
estas como una puta cabra
May 24th, 2007 at 21:43
Thank you my dear!
May 25th, 2007 at 19:54
A nice variant, from Delibes Diario de un cazador: “ser más despistada que un chivo en un garaje”, more or less “crazier than a goat in a garage”.