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.
Wow. Really? You're brave. I ate frog legs once and haven't touched it since. I'm really not into hunting, but my in laws pretty much all do and they talked me into eating deer (I know, not all that exotic) and quail. I'm not sure I could eat a groundhog, but then again, if no one told me what it was, I'd probably have thought it was delicious too :)
ReplyDeleteugh, i hate curry
ReplyDelete