This big guy is a Smokey Jungle Frog. He's got big thigh muscles (hamstrings?) that allow him to jump, but that's also what makes him so tasty. I saw the National Geographic frog exhibit in Washington DC and the reference to mountain chicken reminded me of the first time I had frog legs at Raoul's. This particular kind of frog is native to Central and South America. According to the exhibit info, a species from the Caribbean island of Dominica is now endangered because of frog leg lovers. I just don't think about frog that much because I don't eat them much?! I see them in Chinatown during the summer months, and when they're purchased, they're just stuck in a plastic bag. Cooking them live is probably annoying because they could be noisy unlike lobster. Perhaps if frog legs were mainstream, Red Lobster might have a sister restaurant named Green Frog. Thinking about frogs reminds me that Carissa's friend's documentary, Manda Bala came out on DVD last month. It's a fascinating look at Brazilian society set against my favorite Brazilian pop songs from the sixties by Jorge Ben and Os Mutantes.
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