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[galactic_hedgehog]

HP saw a package in the fridge the other day and asked what it was.  I told her it was duck bacon.  She freaked out.  "Daddy!  How could you?!  Those poor, cute ducks!"  By this time, I'm losing it.  She's pissed, but I can't help laughing.  "And don't you dare laugh!!!"

I've not seen that before, but now I want some.

I'm somewhat curious about how a product made completely from animal flesh has no animal byproducts, but I'm sure that's one of those technical uses of terms that don't accord with the sane meaning, but only the legal meaning.

"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

I forgot to add that last night we ordered a duck appetizer from the Chinese/Japanese restaurant.  As I wanted to eat in peace, I did not tell HP what it was.

HP is aware enough to worry about whence comes her food, but not aware enough to refuse to eat unidentified food?  Huh.

No, she likes to have things identified.  She didn't have the duck nor did she ask me what it was, though normally she would ask, "What's that?"  Since ducks are too cute to eat, I wonder what she'd think of venison.

[polly_mer]

HP saw a package in the fridge the other day and asked what it was.  I told her it was duck bacon.  She freaked out.  "Daddy!  How could you?!  Those poor, cute ducks!"  By this time, I'm losing it.  She's pissed, but I can't help laughing.  "And don't you dare laugh!!!"

I've not seen that before, but now I want some.

I'm somewhat curious about how a product made completely from animal flesh has no animal byproducts, but I'm sure that's one of those technical uses of terms that don't accord with the sane meaning, but only the legal meaning.

"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

I forgot to add that last night we ordered a duck appetizer from the Chinese/Japanese restaurant.  As I wanted to eat in peace, I did not tell HP what it was.

HP is aware enough to worry about whence comes her food, but not aware enough to refuse to eat unidentified food?  Huh.

No, she likes to have things identified.  She didn't have the duck nor did she ask me what it was, though normally she would ask, "What's that?"  Since ducks are too cute to eat, I wonder what she'd think of venison.

Mmmm, venison.

[marigolds]

HP saw a package in the fridge the other day and asked what it was.  I told her it was duck bacon.  She freaked out.  "Daddy!  How could you?!  Those poor, cute ducks!"  By this time, I'm losing it.  She's pissed, but I can't help laughing.  "And don't you dare laugh!!!"

I've not seen that before, but now I want some.

I'm somewhat curious about how a product made completely from animal flesh has no animal byproducts, but I'm sure that's one of those technical uses of terms that don't accord with the sane meaning, but only the legal meaning.

"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

I forgot to add that last night we ordered a duck appetizer from the Chinese/Japanese restaurant.  As I wanted to eat in peace, I did not tell HP what it was.

HP is aware enough to worry about whence comes her food, but not aware enough to refuse to eat unidentified food?  Huh.

I still remember my sister-in-law trying to get me to eat a hunk of unidentified meat and her strenuous refusals to both tell me what the meat was or where my father-in-law was.  Eventually, I said, "Look.  I read a lot of horror novels.  I'm meeting you for the first time and not only is my father-in-law mysteriously missing, despite knowing we were coming, but you are trying to feed me mystery meat.  What's the deal?"

Well, the deal was that my father-in-law was off deer hunting for one last day (we got in a bit early) and we were having deer for lunch.  My sister-in-law had a logic fail on the fact that I was raised in rural Wisconsin by farmers so meat in any form doesn't squick me and I love deer.

HA! I love that! Did she laugh really, really hard?

[polly_mer]

I still remember my sister-in-law trying to get me to eat a hunk of unidentified meat and her strenuous refusals to both tell me what the meat was or where my father-in-law was.  Eventually, I said, "Look.  I read a lot of horror novels.  I'm meeting you for the first time and not only is my father-in-law mysteriously missing, despite knowing we were coming, but you are trying to feed me mystery meat.  What's the deal?"

Well, the deal was that my father-in-law was off deer hunting for one last day (we got in a bit early) and we were having deer for lunch.  My sister-in-law had a logic fail on the fact that I was raised in rural Wisconsin by farmers so meat in any form doesn't squick me and I love deer.

HA! I love that! Did she laugh really, really hard?

No.  She and my mother-in-law kind of looked at me in disgust and didn't say much of anything for a while.  Eventually, they did repeat the story to my father-in-law who laughed.  Can you guess which of my in-laws is my favorite?