posted on Dec, 24 2016 @ 11:52 AM
a reply to: SaturnFX
Ah yes, haggis.
Nothing like cutting open a sheep's stomach and having a bunch of worms ooze out! YUMMMMMM!
Note...Granma Grinch LOVED that stuff too! That, and burnt toast. In fact, she liked just about everything "burnt". If she was served a piece of
chicken which wasn't charred all the way to the bone, and the bone vulcanized into a diamond, she'd start wailing. It would start off low, kinda'
like a growl, and eventually develop into this deafening air-raid siren like wail of words...."you're gonna' DIE
IF YOU EAT that raw chicken!
you should KNOW BETTER THAN to serve me something like that!!!"
...it would go on like that, sometimes for hours, steadily rising to ear-splitting volume and then tapering off to nothing, over and over. Once
everyone had taken sufficient cover from the looming apocalypse (even the dog), she'd signal the "all-clear" (I'll spare you all) and everyone would
come out of hiding. Following that you'd NEVER make that mistake again!! When chicken was for dinner her's went in the oven at about 7am 500
degrees. Then about 5:30pm everyone elses chicken went in the oven at 375.