Once at a Vietnamese restaurant I ordered the euphemistic beef pizzle soup, in the days before google was on phones. Of course, I suspected what it was, but only when I got home did I confirm what I had been eating. My male dining companion was horrified.
The lamb's testicle was lovely, sliced, coated in egg and a flour/polenta mix (no pre-boiling), then fried till golden on the outside. The interior had a mildly lamby flavour, and a soft, melting texture. Pictured here with a salad from the garden
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