It started as a typical day for the Who Dats. The fraternal Who Dat twins, Super Saint Girl and Sous Chef, were chatting it up in the Chef-mobile on the way to pre-K, dropping the usual gossip about who peed on their mat at nap time and who used the "S" word at lunch. Chef was only mildly interested . . .UNTIL . . .
. . . he heard his daughter clearly say, "You kill it, you eat it." "Yeah, you right," agreed Sous Chef. "That's what the P.E. coach says when we pick up bugs. You kill it, you eat it."
Chef paid no attention to the bugs comment, or the obvious reference to Sportsman's Paradise and the hunters/fishers creed. He felt a tear well up in his left eye and dabbed it before it could smear his freshly applied eye black.
You kill it, you eat it. That's what we been telling folks in Cafe 641 all season. It's the gospel truth, it is. Juvenile horses? Kill and eat on September 6. Reckless racoons? Kill and eat on September 24. Dirty Bird? Kill and eat on October 21. Eat leftovers on December 10.
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Alas, I doubt the Austin Wranglers QB will be with us in person on 9/24, but he will be with us in spirit. Hope that lawsuit works out for him.
I'm still looking forward to that New Year's Eve Eve dinner of gamey sinewy stink meat.
Yum! Get the forks ready!
Sorry to hear about the transmission troubles. I won't tell you about all the fun you missed out on. Although, we missed out on quite a bit ourselves when the little one decided to scream like a crazy person because it was "too loud" when Dirty Dozen started playing on Sunday night. Glad you all made it home safely.
You kill it you eat it, is a mantra in each of the states I've lived in!
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