Eat what you kill

A hunter kills a deer and brings it home. He decides to clean it, prepare it, and serve the deer meat for dinner. He knows his kids are fussy eaters, and won't eat it if they know what it is, so he doesn't tell them.

His little boy keeps asking him, "What's for dinner dad?"

"You'll see", he replies.

They start eating dinner and his daughter keeps asking him what they are eating.

"Ok", says her dad, "Here's a hint. It's what your mother sometimes calls me."

His daughter screams..."Don't eat it, Jimmy !...... It's a f*cking ar$ehole!"

LMAO!! That was funny.

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Tried that with my two boys last year, I bought 2 large ox hearts, trimmed them and made a casserole. Tasted a bit like liver but more beefy, and everyone liked it.. the boys weren't at all fazed when I told them what they had been eating.

BUT for the next 2 days I had the worst case of flatulence in my life! I was banished to the spare room, and each one could have killed a city block.

A month later I was out shopping and got really starving and succumbed to a Mrs Mack's meat pie - available nationally. (In Australia as in Britain 'pie' means meat, not apples).
Guess what, back to the spare room that night!

So now we know what is the main ingredient in Mrs Macks pies!

Michael Gardner
Queensland

I like it also. Marty

Thanks for the funny stories. Nice to see some action on the Paleo board.