I have a better story to share regarding skull boiling.
I thought about not posting this as it was done in my younger years and with some poor taste, but what the heck.
Any of you guys who went to college and had to put up with rich, snotty, New York or New Jersey girls can maybe relate.
Anyway, my roommates and I lived next to these two college gals from New York who were less than friendly and in all reality probably a little out of their comfort zone being all the way up in Wisconsin. They were certainly better than us as they often reminded us in not so subtle ways.
One day I was able to shoot a scrapper buck and I decided that I would give skull boiling a try. It sounded like a great idea as I was digging through my pots looking for the biggest one. None of my pots were big enough so I headed across the hall to borrow a big "fancy" pot from one of the "neighbor gals" (not how we really referred to them as at the time ).
Wouldn't you know it; they had a monster designer series pot that would work perfect. I was set. Being my first skull, I really didn't know how bad these things scoured the cookware with disgusting stink. Well, I soon found out as the brains and membranes starting coming off the bone. NASTY!!!!
I immediately opened the patio door and vowed never to cook another skull indoors. The smell lasted for a week or better.
The next day (as it always was in college after a couple cases of Milwaukee’s best light the night prior) I was finished up and started in on washing the pot the best I could, but it was far from perfect and still had a not so sweet smell and a little residue on the edges when one of the girls came over to get her pot. I said I was not done washing it yet, but she insisted in her east coast way "just give it to me, I need to boil some water", I said, "but..", she interrupted, "just give it to me", I said "well....OK"
That same Saturday night after the boys and I were about 5 beers into our regular sat evening routine, there was a knock at the door. I opened it up and was greeted by a screaming chick "what the hell did you cook in my pot (she used some other fancy word to describe the "pot"). I said "nothing special".
She then described how their spaghetti tasted like road kill or something along those lines. Anyway, she carried on and on and on. I can't really remember what she said because I pretty much had her tuned out by this point. I was able to catch the very end of it as she slammed the door mentioning something about my friends and I being rednecks and about there being no way in hell she was going to let us borrow anything ever again.....
I can't even begin to imagine how the pasta must have tasted. Skull boiling is nasty stuff and not for those with weak stomachs.
) He seemed like a nice enough guy and we talked for a couple of minutes. He said that he and his wife moved here from California.
After a bit he said to ”I noticed that you were cooking something out back, can ask what?” it took me a second to figure out what he was talking about.
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I explained to him what I was doing. He looked a little relieved, then told me his wife had seen horns sticking out of the pot that I was “cooking” in.
I wanted to invite him over for soup but decided against it, he is my new neighbor and I’ll try to make friends first.
