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the mock-turtle one? why? (i've never realised it was an actual soup, i thought it would be something the queen of hearts would make. ha.)

OMGosh. You didn't explain why we'd save the calf's brains. Not to mention I'm pretty sure I don't have the right kitchen utensils to SPLIT a calf's head in two.....gag gag gag.


PS-I think we should let Christi try out that recipe and let us know how it goes.

Since when would a calf's head ever be confused with a turtle? Maybe it's the getting the stuff out of the head part (like shelling a turtle.) I digress...

Sorry for the multiple comments... I want to know more about making poison out of the water that you boil potatoes in. That could come in REALLY handy.

OK, add mock turtle soup to the list of things one shouldn't watch being made. I guess it would be even ickier if the brains were included, though. Brains are for zombies.

EscapeVelocity, did you watch the youtube video too? LOL

LOL Made you Google!!


I think I'd take actual turtle soup over mock turtle.

Well, there goes my plan to have soup for lunch today!

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