Parsley. Check.
Butter (for frying). Check.
Red wine (mostly for drinking).Check.
Huge pile of frog's legs flown in from Thailand becase, according to the chef, there aren't enough frogs left in France. Check. (Then take a deep breath).
And yes, I did try them. And yes, they were quite nice. And no, I probably won't be eating them again in a hurry because, try as I might, I can't forget that the platter of small white bows of meat, glistening with parsley and smelling of garlic, was once thirty green little frogs, sitting in a row.
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