I think I read something somewhere that cock soup has to have a minimum cock content of at least 85% or more in order to be labeled as such. Anything less and the manufacturer has to call it cock flavored soup.
I guess a lot of people want to taste it, but they can’t handle the real thing.
There are some things I could (want to) say, for the sake of comedy, but I’ll demur.
Danny makes stock of all kinds of things: beef bone, chicken bone, fish bone, vegetable “bone” (not cock bone, however, as far as I know) then freezes them for some future dinnerly occasion. Often on Saturday or Sunday mornings, he sets pots to boiling all day. In the course of it, the house smells scrumptious.
‘Course there’s a small draw-back. The next morning the kitchen’s piled up with every big pot in the kitchen to clean.
Cleaning such is my milieu. Not that I mind at all, it’s my specialty. And I count it a small price to pay for such “deferred” deliciousness.
We found this in a fancy supermarket on Martha’s Vineyard a few years ago. My mother and her friend and I giggled all the way to the checkout, where the cashier pointedly refused to crack a smile. The packet is still in Mom’s cupboard.
I don’t think my grocer had a sense of humor about it, either. Otherwise, he would have priced it at 69 cents rather than 59.
As to ingredients, it contains no cock at all, as Michael rightly guessed. But at the end of the ingredients list is the warning “May contain traces of fish.”
tasty?
big package!
It’s a little salty.
authentic jamaican.
Hence the big package.
there are so many things to notice, so I will just list them all.
quality since 1922
grace
spicy
net weight 50 g
I think I read something somewhere that cock soup has to have a minimum cock content of at least 85% or more in order to be labeled as such. Anything less and the manufacturer has to call it cock flavored soup.
I guess a lot of people want to taste it, but they can’t handle the real thing.
Perhaps it’s made of cock stock!
There are some things I could (want to) say, for the sake of comedy, but I’ll demur.
Danny makes stock of all kinds of things: beef bone, chicken bone, fish bone, vegetable “bone” (not cock bone, however, as far as I know) then freezes them for some future dinnerly occasion. Often on Saturday or Sunday mornings, he sets pots to boiling all day. In the course of it, the house smells scrumptious.
‘Course there’s a small draw-back. The next morning the kitchen’s piled up with every big pot in the kitchen to clean.
Cleaning such is my milieu. Not that I mind at all, it’s my specialty. And I count it a small price to pay for such “deferred” deliciousness.
After noting the product’s origin, Elton John’s “Jamaican Jerk-Off” immediately sprang to mind.
We found this in a fancy supermarket on Martha’s Vineyard a few years ago. My mother and her friend and I giggled all the way to the checkout, where the cashier pointedly refused to crack a smile. The packet is still in Mom’s cupboard.
I don’t think my grocer had a sense of humor about it, either. Otherwise, he would have priced it at 69 cents rather than 59.
As to ingredients, it contains no cock at all, as Michael rightly guessed. But at the end of the ingredients list is the warning “May contain traces of fish.”
That “cock-flavoured” appellation does open the floodgates to a whole torrent of possibilities.