Calves’ Brains

Posted on August 11, 2002 in Travels - Past

Osijek, Croatia. July 1992.

On a hot night very much like this one, my friend Lydia offered me a taste of the fried calves brains she’d ordered for her dinner. I took a small wedge and laid it on my tongue. The texture was something like stringy mushed banana, the flavor unmemorable. I thanked her for sharing and marked it as a food that I would not eat again.

Tonight, as the residue of the sunfall bakes my cranium, I remember Lydia and the calves brains. This heat has not killed me yet.