they sell these poor creatures in shengshiong. yep, they're big, big frogs - leaping and croaking and all. if in pinas, you have to cave into the muddy rice fields to get hold of them, here, you could conveniently sort of "frog" for it from this plastic container and bring it home and cook it.
(ehem, do you frog for frogs the same way you fish for fishes?
would a conversation sound this way:
char1: wacha doin'?
char2: i'm froggin'. you? wacha doin'?
char1: i'm fishin'.
char2: fine.
char1: fine.
waw ganyan talaga mag-usap? ang aarte.)
i don't think i could eat it. one arte expression for it would be: eew.
even if it tastes like chicken, i don't think i can try it.
ok, maybe i will. one of these days. if there's a challenge... and the prize is good. if the prize is this something i have in mind, i'll do it.
excuse the arte-ness. eew.
eew.
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