Benjamin enjoyed the snow. We went for a walk in the woods while it was still coming down. He didn't make these snowballs himself, and he didn't want to throw them himself. He did like to hold them though.
There is a big hill at the end of our road. So on the one hand, being from Idaho and all, we made fun of the sorry ass Charlotteans and their inability to drive in a little winter weather. Such weanies. Booo hooo. On the other hand, we were actually truly hopelessly trapped in our neighborhood. On the third Snow Day we ran out of food and we had to eat the cats.
....but the cats came back, the very next day.....
ReplyDeleteI know because I saw all three of them when I was there over the weekend for a visit! Still some snow left here and there, but with temps in the low 50s, it won't last long. Mostly gone when I left on Tuesday. Had a GREAT time!
Grandpa Chadwick
Cat, huh! Ewwwwwww!
ReplyDeleteWas it cat stew, cat tenderloin, cat ribs, cat bernaise, cat fricassee, poached cat, barbecued cat, cat burgers, cat creole, cat pizza, corned-cat and cabbage, cat and beans, cat tacos, cat l'orange, chat au vin, or filet miniew?
The timing is tricky for someone Benjamin's size, if one is contemplating famine relief via cat; the trick is to get the cat before it gets you.
I ate a cat once, though, to be fair, I was told it was a squirrel (I should have been suspicious when the stuffing turned out to be a hairball and a semi-masticated vole). It was served with a sassafras/rhubarb wine sauce, which was a mite overwhelming to my sensitive palate, more accustomed to refined fare, like chicken-fried muskrat, catfish sashimi, or opossum fondue. Lesson learned: whilst in Mingo County, West Virginia, think twice about accepting a dinner invitation from someone named Hatfield (better yet, just stay away from Mingo County; there's really no good reason to go there).
Next time you need to serve cat, check the recipes on Martha Stewart's website. She has a humdinger with moonshine marinade and wild-rampion chutney.
P.S. FYI The past tense of "slink" is "slunk". The definitions for "slunked" are: 1) having been simultaneously slimed and dunked; 2) having been dunked in slime; 3) having lost a contest without having scored against a furtive, surreptitious opponent, usually in a poorly-lighted venue