My wife's grandmother is a wonderful woman. She's constantly bringing my wife anything that she thinks she can use, and often things that she's convinced that my wife needs but may never actually use (it's a bit odd when that happens). Anyway, during the ice storms that happened a while back her power was off and she just freaked out that her freezer was going to thaw so I had to rush over to her house to unload it all and shove it into my own. I tried to take it back to her several times, but she informed me that it needed to be eaten so we had best get to it. Today I opened a package that I thought was filled with ribs. It's not ribs. There's meat in it, but that's all that I can really tell you is there. All the same, it's in the slow cooker. Eight hours till I can answer the question: What the hell am I eating.
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Ewww ... and scary and so fun. Thanks for this post. I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteHappy Eating.
Thank you!
DeleteSounds like a Stephen King story...
ReplyDeleteHahahahhaahahhahahahaha!
DeleteI do hope there'll be an update to this story. I'll be checking back to see. My prediction is it's meat scraps and bones for homemade broth.
ReplyDeleteGod I hope you're wrong or this is going to be a very depressing supper.
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