On Monday night we had one of my favorite things for dinner: Rotisserie chicken from Smith's.
Perfectly done every time, on time. Always moist. No work for me. $3.99, since I had a coupon. What's not to love?
Then there's Lydia.
She eyed the carcass on where it sat on a cutting board on the kitchen table, having a staring contest with something without eyes as only she could do.
The rest of the family was busily dishing out chicken, milk, peas and carrots, baked potatoes when, with a sneer, Lydia ventured, "What kind of animal is that?"
We had a little chat about chicken and where it comes from. Should this be hard? Her grandpa has a large turkey farm. She has seen poultry in "the wild" - much closer than most people ever see. Maybe that adds to the problem.
We kept eating and I noticed she was still eyeing the bird suspiciously. This time she had zeroed in on a wing. A rather skinny, roasted wing.
"Eww mom. It has a TAIL!"
Just eat your potato and quit examining our meat, you crazy vegetarian!
2 comments:
That's so funny! Alyssa always wants to know what kind of animal the meat we eat came from. She still eats it though. She is having a hard time grasping that bacon, sausage, ham, sometimes hot dogs and pork chops come from the same animal.
right there with you... tonight we had german pancakes, potato pancakes, and sausage links. My girls were freaking out when they realized that sausage comes from a pig and so does bacon. They were ready to pull out the butcher charts to make sure the parts they were eating were okay...
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