My Uncle Boudreaux fancies himself to be one of the last great "hunterers/gatherers" of his generation. Two weeks ago, he killed himself a huge 10 pointer and brought it home for Clotille to cook.
Now, even though Uncle Boudreaux and Aunt Clotille love to eat some good venison (and who doesn't if it's cooked the right way?) but my cousins, T-Boo (short for Boudreaux Jr.) and Amalie are a bit more finicky.
Uncle Boudreaux and Aunt Clo decide they weren't going to tell my cousins what exactly they were eating, but decided to give them a clue and let them guess.
My cousins were "eager" (or curious) to know what the meat was on their plates, so they begged their dad for the clue.
Uncle Boudreaux said, "Well, I tell ya, it's what yo Momma call me sometimes".
It only took a second, but Amalie screamed to T-Boo
'Don't eat it, it's an a$$hole!..."
Kids sure do catch on quick these days! Yeah, you right!