I was browsing the meat section at my local super the other night, trying to get some inspiration for dinner, when I noticed it must be shirako season. Have to say, that fact didn’t help me much with my meal planning, since I pretty much never get a craving for fish testicles. While I have eaten it before – in the spirit of if-it’s-served-to-you-the-only-way-past-it-is-down-the-hatch – it was offered in a far more petite quantity and effectively disguised with spicy grated radish.
Somehow, those wiggly heaps of enough genetic material to repopulate the cod population of the Grand Banks just didn’t call out to me, “Take me home and eat me with a spoon!”
I first encountered this, er, delicacy at a fancy restaurant when researching Nightshade, the first book in my mystery series. Because it would have been impolite not to eat what was put before me, I slurped it down, secretly awarding myself extra gold stars for doing it despite knowing what it was!