SeekHer wrote:Have you done your small game with the heads on, Mike?
Not with this wife.
When we were youngsters, my family was 1/2 owners in a farm, and we had a couple of Black Angus steers, some goats, hundreds of rabbits in elevated wire cages (who's rear claws were absolutely DEADLY 'cause their nails didn't get worn down) and some pigs.
When it came to butchering time, my parents would pull us out of school to help. Those pigs will walk right up to you while you're pointing a rifle at their head, and even if you miss (and zing a round off their skull), you just need to wait a while and they'll come right back to see what you're doing.
Once, we had a pit slow-roast BBQ luau featuring one of the pigs with an apple in its mouth as the centerpiece. We had named the steers Slick and Curly because of their hair characteristics. When we butchered the steers, we got one side of beef and our partner got the other. My mom used to get pissed at my brother and I when we'd say something like, "gee, Slick (or Curly) sure tastes GOOD tonight!!"
But I sure miss fresh fried rabbit!
I imagine if I left anything on that had eyeballs, Kimberly wouldn't touch it and would probably lose her appetite - although she can watch me tear apart a lobster since they don't have REAL eyes. No, if I even start joking around with the food like if it's talking or walking, or even dancing into the oven, she doesn't like it. So I have to wait until she's not around before I show my niece and nephew what a turkey looks like dancing into the oven for cooking.
