rebecca100
Almost Self-Reliant
Eating chicken reminds me of a story. Right after dh and I got married dh killed a possum. He then skinned and cleaned it and brought it in. He wanted to try possum. Well I had never cooked possum before so I figured just fry it like chicken. So I cut it up, battered it, and fried it. Well Sil and her kids were over and she knew what had happened. I got a few pieces fried up when nephew who was 4 came by and wanted a piece. I told him to ask his mom. She was fine with it so I gave him a piece. He wolfed it down and came back for another which I gave him. He came back again and said "aunt 'becca I like your fried chicken!". I told him "It's not fried chicken, baby, it's fried possum". He thought for a second and finally said " aunt 'becca, I like fried possum!". Sil and I rolled with laughter at how serious he said it. Poor dh didn't get hardly any!
That is the best laugh I've had in a long, long time, Rhoda!!! Clearly we are sisters from another mother!!!!
he backed up real far and took a run at it in his jeep... and WHAM. It had melted and iced back up. We didn't do that one again! We also would have pop bottle rocet fights from our gardens. I miss them!