With a spoon.
In a spoon with nothing else
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My grandma recently gave me her first cookbook. It has a recipe for an appetizer called "liver and marrow balls".
“Falconry is not a hobby or an amusement; it is a rage. You eat and drink it, sleep it and think it. You tremble to write of it, even in recollection. It is as King James the First remarked, an extreme stirrer up of passions.” --T.H. White, The Godstone and the Blackymor
"The world must be all fucked up when men travel first class and literature goes as freight."
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
I'm in the spoon/sucking it out of the bone camp. Last time I boiled the bones afterward to extract what wouldn't come out.
I really didn't care for it. Maybe I'm doing it wrong? And I just ate some weird salty gelatin that came with the pate, did not like that either but slurped it down b/c I now I think I should get more bone/broth/gelatin. Constantly refining and improving this diet gets very confusing.
Scoop it out and eat each bite with a clove of roasted garlic.
Stewed, with the bodies of fallen useless senior citizens.
You lousy kids! Get off my savannah!
I don't really like it plain (yet), so I throw the marrow bones in with beef stew in the crock pot. It makes a lovely rich sauce for the beef stew.