Back in 2001 a family friend had a beef butchered and ended up with a tongue, they didn't want. I was offered this very choice piece fer free and I said shooore. About a month later my pard Matt and I decided to set up at a large local Antique Tractor and Machinery Show, right between the draft horses and the steam traction engines. We just kinda fit in.
Well this tongue ended up in the gear when we left Friday morning and by Saterday morning it was thawed. We decided ta boil it up, let it cool and skin it and slice it and fry the slices in butter fer a late night snack.
I put the tongue in a dutch oven, covered it with water and started to pile up some coals to set the oven on so the water would boil. Before I got the oven on the coals, two young ladies from a local radio station came by handing out radio statio junk ta folks. Well they seemed interested in what we were doing, we offered them a couple of fresh cinnamon rolls, but they did not wish to try them.
I think they were scared of food cooked outside or their mothers had told them not to take food from a couple of cowboy cooks, or the skinnly little things were afraid they could not eat a cinnimon roll that was so big only seven would fit in a 12 inch deep dutch oven.
Well they were curious enough to ask what was in the oven that wasn't on the fire, so with a grin I said come here and I will show you. Well when I lifted that lid I'll be durned if that tongue did not jump right out of the oven an lick one of those ladies on the cheek. Did not know radio station ladies could walk away so fast, they didn't come within a 100 yards of our cook camp the rest of the weekend.