Calvin's Canadian Cave of Coolness: It's Also The Season For Pickled Monkey

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

It's Also The Season For Pickled Monkey

Take one monkey.

Bash his head in.

Stuff him in a pickle jar with brine

Six weeks later - enjoy

or dry for that country jerky flavor.

12 comments:

Hobgoblin238 said...: Out of all the things you post....This is my favorite! I love it! I eat it up. I think my alltime favorite was the cute hippo you said you would choose ranch dipping sauce for him. Keep it up because it is hilarious!; March 27, 2013 at 11:26 PM
Tempo said...: Yep I echo Hobgoblin238's comment. I love this...so funny; March 28, 2013 at 1:14 AM
Debra She Who Seeks said...: Let me buck the trend and say . . . YOU MONSTER!; March 28, 2013 at 6:15 AM
M. D. Jackson said...: I must agree with Debra, you monster! You don't just bash a monkey's brains in like some sort of deranged maniac!

First you have to make the monkey drunk on rice wine, then bind its limbs, open the skull with a sharp knife, and scoop out the brains. While they are still warm, garnish the brains with pickled ginger, chili pepper, fried peanuts and cilantro, then serve.

After that, you pickle the monkey. And that's the way it should be done, you philistine!; March 28, 2013 at 6:39 AM
Kal said...: You shame me. But back on the banana plantation we would just bash them out of the trees with a sling and a coconut. That is the way that every single person does it.; March 28, 2013 at 6:45 AM
M. D. Jackson said...: I guess I shouldn't blame you for being an uncultured rube brought up on a banana plantation. But you can be better, than that, Cal! Defy your unsophisticated upbringing and learn yourself some culture, ya hillbilly!; March 28, 2013 at 7:00 AM
Kal said...: You used the H word. I never thought you would go ethnic on me my brother.

And it was more bananas, coconuts and pinapples. It was quite versitile and we are proud to be the first plantation on the island to unionize it's slaves. We had people swimming over just to apply for work because of our dental program.; March 28, 2013 at 7:27 AM
Dr. Theda said...: One of my more "terrifying" childhood memories... My Aunt had died and we were having to go through her things ... in the old barn my Mom pulled down a box and screamed... there was, in a gallon jar ... a pickled Monkey staring out at her... Really creepy thing ... We left it lying in a ditch on a back road...; March 28, 2013 at 8:02 AM
Mike D. said...: Barbaric... ;P; March 28, 2013 at 9:35 AM
Debra She Who Seeks said...: M.D. Jackson, I am disappoint.; March 28, 2013 at 11:48 AM
M. D. Jackson said...: Awww, Debra... I'm sorry... we're just havin' fun... You know I would never participate... in any way... in the pickling of monkeys... We're just engaging in some questionable humour...

...you still love us, right?; March 28, 2013 at 6:04 PM
Debra She Who Seeks said...: Aw sure, ya big lugs. I can't stay mad at youse!; March 28, 2013 at 8:15 PM

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