It’s like we were raised during the depression or something
September 14th, 2008 by Rae
(Let me make the disclaimer that this was first thing in the morning, so I was pretty sleepy.)
Renee: “So, did you see my note?”
Rae: “Nope.”
Renee: “Well, last night when I went to put the yogurt into the milk to make yogurt, there was a little frog in the milk. Do you think I should throw it out?”
Rae: “Did it just jump in and jump out?”
Renee: “No, it was dead. I think it got in when it was hot and couldn’t get back out.”
Rae: “Hmmm. Let me ask Chinua. Chinua, there was a dead frog in the yogurt, do you think we shouldn’t eat it?”
Chinua: “What?”
Rae: “A frog got into the yogurt and died- we shouldn’t eat it, right?”
Chinua: “Why are you even asking me that? Of COURSE not!”
Rae: “Oh… right.”
I mean, don’t some people eat frog legs? It’s like frog leg yogurt.
See? This is one of those *little* things that would have me packing my bags and RUNNING AWAY.
I’ve eaten frog legs - not by choice, but by maternal forcing - and they don’t taste like chicken. Everyone says they taste like chicken, but they DON’T. They taste like…frog legs.
One day (in India of course) we found a huge warty frog in our wash bucket in the bathroom. We weren’t really sure how it got * in * the bathroom. But it was still alive, floating around in the detergent suds and dirty clothes.
One time when I was younger, like 8, my sister as a ‘joke’ put a small dead tree frog in my burger while we were camping. I ate it. She didn’t tell me till my last bite.
I turned out all right. Right?
Hmmm, bugs are one thing, but frogs are another. Good advice Chinua!
Sounds like the hormones are addling the brain?! Love it!
Perhaps you were raised to eat everything up…. It’s just a little extra protein. My SH was talking about eating locusts last night - reminding me of the time that he got some “free” airplane goodies from an airline for the kids and when he opened the first packet and shoved some of it into his mouth it started to move and crawl. He just about went off the road trying to find something to spit the mess into. Seemed the hangar had a locust infestation and they’d actually burrowed their way into the snack bags! Just a little extra protein.
Miss you,
i love the pictures of solo!
Oh, hilarious. This is totally a conversation I would have, except no one I know would even ask me. I would be Renee, asking if I should throw it out, and everyone would hang up on me or stare in disgust.
It’s good to know I’m not alone.
Still laughing…Thanks! (and EWWW!) :))
muchi- dirty, not offerable, definitely offerable to the animals…. so funny,
congratulations on your new digs!
THAT is funny.
I would have had that same conversation.
I’m almost positive I would have been trying to think of a reason why I shouldn’t have to throw it out and start another batch too.:)
Depends on where that frogs been
Did he wash his feet first before sampling the yougurt? Give the frog a proper burial. eat the yogurt? Maybe only bake with the yogurt. I have 4 photos of green frogs at The Dailies? Maybe mine escaped over to yours??
Reminds me of YWAM! When we would just pick the mold (or bugs) off bread and eat/serve it anyway. We just didn’t tell anyone.
I see pregnant-brain hasn’t exited the building yet? You can blame being tired, but we all know the effects tend to linger…(said by someone whose uterus has arm-wrestled her brain into total submission).
You did throw it away. Right?
You are so funny.
Your story reminds me of my own experience…it was years ago before kids when my husband and I were working in the mountains building trails. Part of my job was camp cook for our crew (poor guys). I had carefully packed in a sourdough starter 13 miles into the wilderness, and was rather proud of myself that I would be able to make wonderful pancakes and breads.
So it was with much horror that one morning I found a mouse that had tried swimming in my batter. I was steaming mad. I had the forethought to make my pancake batter the night before so I could enjoy an extra 20 minutes in my warm sleeping bag before camp duties called. I ran back to our tent and told hubby dearest I NEEDED his help in the wall tent. (I wasn’t going to fish the creature out of the batter! - heavens no.) When he got there he could not believe that I wanted him to just take out the dead mouse. According to him there was no way I could serve the pancakes - the whole bowl of batter needed to be burned. I tried to reason with him explaining my great forethought and now the lack of time before breakfast was to be served. He was not having any of it, he grabbed the bowl and ran for the camp fire with me hot on his heels pleading for my batter. The fire won and the crew ate oatmeal, again. I have never been allowed to forget that momentary lack of ‘common sense’. Our kids love to hear those stories. Me, I cringe - what on earth was I thinking.
Thanks for the laugh.
Your Solo is beautiful.
I just laughed myself to tears.
Ha ha ha!
Would you have eaten the frog if it was not in the yogurt?
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