Forgot to mention that we had a pot-luck at school today during B lunch. One dude brought chili. The rest of us just brought the fixings. (I was up late baking corn meal muffins.)
During lunch today, I was aware that the chili tasted "different". I kept wondering what he did to it to make it taste that way. It wasn't bad...just wasn't good. I found out later that it was "deer" chili...made with venison. Ptooey! Everyone else seemed to know. As usual, I was the last "man" out... To make matters worse, nobody ate my muffins! I haven't died yet, so I guess I am none the worse for wear. My parents used to subject me to rabbit and squirrel and beef heart and tongue, so I'm not a rube. I just don't happen to like venison. (Or rabbit, squirrel, beef heart, and tongue.) I'm still alive, thankfully.
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