I remember Dad once telling me how Grandpa shot a groundhog or some similar animal in their shed & served it for dinner back when Dad was just a kid. Well I think I've already explained once or twice that I am most definitely a city girl. Never did I imagine that some day I'd be telling a similar story. Sure I expected to eat strange things in posh restaurants during my lifetime... snails, turtle soup, maybe even grasshoppers... but never groundhog.
"Hey my brother shot a woodchuck the other day. I think we're gonna make curry out of it."
I should have been grossed out or sad. I should have said "Oh no, not Punxsutawney Phil!" For some reason my only response was immediately "Invite me!" Wait, was that my voice? I guess it was because last night I had woodchuck curry. And it was delicious.