Guinea pig too, or as the Peruvian bride calls it, cuy. I remember the first time we walked into a pet store that had guinea pigs, her eyes got wide, "oh, cuy!!". Nope, we don't eat our pets amor...Rabbit is good meat.
Rabbit is good meat.
You're talking about a sandwich, right?
Sounds like your Mom and mine were sisters...But I got over it.But because it's relevant, and sh!thead who can't spell his own name called me out...here it goes......
As a kid we grew up poor. My dad HAD to have his steak and potatoes. So my mom, being frugal as hell, would go to the grocery store and shop for steak in the expired/marked down/cheapest POS section. She would buy the worst cut that had turned gray and had an orange 75% off sticker on it.
Now, she was also a germaphobe (I am to a degree as well). So she would bring it home and "cook" it until it was burnt. I mean REALLY burnt. The fat would literally be black and crusty.
Again, we were poor. So my mom also had a rule that we kids couldn't get up until the plate was CLEAN. Completely clean. That meant trimming the burnt fat, gristle and other unedible parts wasn't allowed So we had to eat every freaking part of this burnt up piece of roadkill called "steak".
It ruined me for many years. Even to this day steak fat is hard for me to get down.
There, now you all know. Thanks bigmouth @No_Regerts
Is this,..Something "Eating", or something that's been, "Eaten"?
Had a cousin who called to tell Mom about this wonderful sale she found on canned tuna and how it made great sandwiches.
They don't eat food...They eat what the, "Food" eats..
I remember when I was a teenager, I worked at Fred Meyer, and there was this odd customer that reeked of cat food. He would only come in from time to time and buy one and only one thing: a pallet of cat food. And I mean that literally; an actual pallet of the stuff. No idea what he did with it all, be we all suspected that is all he consumed.
