Minnesotamaker
Pee Meister
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I'm old enough to be able to kill, clean, and cook a critter without thinking twice about it. Kids these days seem to think food comes from a drive-thru window; they've lost the connection between the food source and the dinner plate. I think they'd starve if they had to clean a fish and eat it.
My son has a friend who he's brought to dinner a couple times and.... being that I don't usually serve foods that come already prepared.... she's careful to ask what's in everything I make that she doesn't recognize (no hamburger helper or freezer meals in my house). I'll kid her sometimes and tell her the meat is squirrel or possum when it's really pheasant, venison, or chicken. She still eats some of it, but I can tell she'd rather be eating chicken out of a paper bucket or a hot dog
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This past summer, our gooseberry plant produced a bumper crop of berries and I made a gooseberry pie. We had a number of family members together and when I brought the pie to the table, it was greeted by everyone with enthusiasm. Everyone took a piece and dug in. She leaned over to my son and whispered with a worried look on her face, "what part of the goose do the berries come from?" I can just about imagine what she was thinking.
My son has a friend who he's brought to dinner a couple times and.... being that I don't usually serve foods that come already prepared.... she's careful to ask what's in everything I make that she doesn't recognize (no hamburger helper or freezer meals in my house). I'll kid her sometimes and tell her the meat is squirrel or possum when it's really pheasant, venison, or chicken. She still eats some of it, but I can tell she'd rather be eating chicken out of a paper bucket or a hot dog
This past summer, our gooseberry plant produced a bumper crop of berries and I made a gooseberry pie. We had a number of family members together and when I brought the pie to the table, it was greeted by everyone with enthusiasm. Everyone took a piece and dug in. She leaned over to my son and whispered with a worried look on her face, "what part of the goose do the berries come from?" I can just about imagine what she was thinking.
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