The rest of the company made it clear that we would not be up for that, so instead there were lamb shanks casseroled with quince.
The sheep's head appeared tonight, to be picked over by more adventurous diners.
I think I'd have a hard time with a sheep's head, but lamb with quince sounds lovely.
I guess this is why they don't invite me to dinner, yikes! They know I would be dying at the idea of eating brains or eyeballs or whatever.
Oh, chef had no intention of letting anyone else share the eyeballs!
I don't have your e-mail on this computer - could you e-mail me, please, and I'll reply with our schedule, which is shaping up nicely. (We're off up-country for a couple of days, but will be back!).
That all sounds very pleasant.
When we left, he was sawing a sheep's head in half.
Pictures or I can't be properly jealous!
Fortunately, although I have taken many pictures, there are none of ths particular scene, so your jealousy will have to remain improper.
I think m'wife has a picture from the last time I did this. (I should point out m'wife is one of those too squeamish to share in the deliciousness that results, but she didn't mind recording the crudest moment of the event.)
I think that more than one of us want to see a picture of this. Me, I want to know if you saw the top off (traditionally) or down the middle.
Down the middle, clean through brain-pan and cervical vertebrae and jaw, thus yielding two equal halves to play with. It never occurred to me to take the top off like an egg...