What are the outer bounds of food culture? To what limits will we call something "food"? To what emotional and physiological culinary extremes are we willing to venture? Does something need to stop moving before you put it in your mouth? Can it be an organ meat? Does it need to be cooked? Covered in cheese? Some say the buck stops with testicles. Thanks in part to an internet stuffed full of food media, streaming content of globetrotting gastronomic daredevils, and a ravenous

So apparently if you are a kid in the South, gigging for bull frogs on a steamy summer night is as common as a Midwestern kid catching fire flies in a wide mouthed canning jar, but with the added adrenaline rush of a possible venomous strike from a Water Moccasin. With Spring coming early in Minnesota this year, especially for the southern half of the state, if you were near one of our many lakes, rivers, or ponds, you could hear the frogs croaking in March. That’s a rare ph