I have persuaded my mother to let me cook a hare before Christmas, which I am very pleased about (I've always fancied cooking hare). This is some achievement, due to an Unfortunate Hare Incident, involving, so far as I understand, gallons of blood, in the early years of my parents' marriage. I have sworn only to bring it into the house skinned and jointed.
That does sound unpleasant! Tentacles and suckers, oh my.
I have tried to get more details of the hare, but to no avail. I can only conclude from the horror-struck tones - and the ban - that it was worse than childbed.
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Date: 2009-11-27 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-27 08:34 pm (UTC)*shudder*
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Date: 2009-11-27 10:53 pm (UTC)I have tried to get more details of the hare, but to no avail. I can only conclude from the horror-struck tones - and the ban - that it was worse than childbed.
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Date: 2009-11-27 10:56 pm (UTC)