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Our lovely neighbor gave me a box of frozen fog legs because she knew I enjoyed them. Frog legs remind me of my Uncle John R....he used to go froging around Hedges Lake...a drunken event always in the middle of the night (not sure if that had to do with the frogs or that it was illegal). My cousins Jenny Lee and little John R. and I would wake up to a burlap bag half full of half alive big beautiful bull frogs. Our job was to cut the legs off and skin them....which at that age we were thrilled to do...I know it sounds hard to be believe but we saw them as fish and admired their beautiful form and color and didn't really even think about severing the legs from the rest of the body...I think we probably went fishin then with the other parts.
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I breaded them and did a sort of provencial.
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Uncle John R.'s frog's legs were wicked spicey...he used Maria Laports recipe I think which called for large amounts of garlic and red pepper flakes and olive oil...and lots of alchol to keep your mouth from burning....John R also went to India - could have picked up this recipe there as well...it was always a special day and evening at the blue camp on Hedges.
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