Everyone knows that I love to eat. In fact, my day revolves around mealtimes.
But....
It seems I have this problem with eating game that the guys have killed and brought home. I won't eat the fowl...like dove or quail because I get this gagging reflex in my throat like I'm choking on feathers. Crazy, I know.
Bridgette cooked chicken fried deer meat with gravy for supper last night. It looked just like chicken fried steak and they all raved over it. In my head I get an image of furry meat.
I touched not one bite.
Don is so disappointed in me.
I married into this family of great white hunters and here I am...little miss freaked out...titty baby...picky eater.
Hmmmmm.
Suggestions anyone?
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