The weekend flew by. Seriously flew. Ray had an interesting evening on Saturday though. He participated in the Men’s Night of Champions at church. All the men got together to play in tournaments of I don’t know what and they all agree to bring game meat for dinner. Selections included all sorts of venison, quail, pheasant, roasted coon and feral cat. Pretty sure feral cat was a reference to squirrel but don’t hold me to that. Ray’s contribution was Bison Meatloaf and ten pounds of twice baked potatoes.
I sampled both. I’m happy to report that they were very good. I plan on having the potatoes again and often! Ray won second place for his meatloaf. It’s hard to compete with venison tenderloin.
All the talk of game meat reminded us of a story Mom likes to tell. I’m sure I won’t tell it quite like she does. Way back when she was just dating my Dad she headed to his grandmother’s for Sunday dinner. Granny put out her best spread and Mom loved it. She asked for seconds of the roast. It was tender and delicious. She kept talking about how wonderful it was. Granny finally said, “Thank you. It’s not often we get to enjoy fresh coon.” Knowing my mother, I’m not quite sure how she held down her Sunday dinner. I can only imagine the look on her face. Pretty sure she hid the rest of her meat under some potatoes.
What’s the weirdest thing you ever ate?