Years ago, my ex brother-in-law butchered a small bull he had. Since it was still fairly young, we asked if we might have the sweetbreads, to which he agreed. He actually sent us home with several packages of meat. One Sunday, a couple weeks later, we got the 'sweetbreads' package out of the freezer and set it on the counter to thaw. Imagine our surprise when we opened the package preparatory to cooking our dinner to find two well-formed Rocky Mountain Oysters. Not having anything else out to substitute, we went ahead and cooked them anyway. They were enjoyable, but sure weren't sweetbreads (which I'd almost kill for).

Peanut butter on hot dogs, yum!