It's a blackened sheep's head, singed to remove the wool and then boiled and split lengthwise. The halves stare at you with intact, vacant eyes and a toothy sneer. Cheeks, lips, eyes, brains -- everything is reputedly edible. To make matters less appetizing, I was in an adjacent barn just 20 minutes earlier coddling a newborn lamb. And then, there I was, with what I suspected was the lamb's relative, reduced to a crispy critter.