We have a lot of deers in these here parts. Always some good venison sausage that comes into work during the colder months!
So our farms are good for deer hunting and as a token of appreciation, the hunters would give my parents some deer meat. As a youngun, I did not like the thought of eatin Bambi. So my mom fixes up some Bar Bee ma Que and makes up what I think it Bar Bee Ma Que Beef. That stuff was yum, yum tasty!
A little later in the evening...my dear ol' Dad asks me if I know what venison is. I says to my Dad...I says "Why sure Dad...it's deers." And my dad says to me... he says "You know those thar Bar Bee Ma Que Beef sandwiches we had tonight?" I says to Dad, I says "Why sure Dad...they were right tasty!". And my Dad says to me, he says "Those weren't beef."
That thar was all he need to say. I gets up, I do, and I stomp off through the dining room into the kitchen a hippin' and a hollerin' at my Ma yellin "Mom!!!!...That was deer!!!!"
My Mom was furious at my Dad!!!
Cause I never would have known any better that it was deers!
Tasty deers it was too!! Yup...right fine tasty!