Reminiscing and rambling’ go hand in hand. It’s kind of like taking the long road and anyone
who knows me understands that the scenic route has always been my
favorite.
The other night I was doing some porch talkin’ with St. Joan
and Tim. I don’t know how we got there
but the subject of “birthday food” came up.
My preference as a child was not to have a party…I had one and later
told my Mom that one was enough…that children were loud and I was happier
sitting around the table with a friend or two and eating my favorite food. Tim might have asked or I may have just taken
the liberty to share my story about eating porcupines.
“You actually ate a porcupine,” he asked indignantly. “My god who caught it and how did your momma
fix it?”
I know I snorted my
drink right there in his face. But he
opened the door and I was ready to take the trip. So in great detail I explained that Porcupines
are a variation on a classic meatball, made with rice and cooked in tomato
sauce, or sometimes with Campbell’s Tomato soup, depending on what was in the
cabinet. As the meat balls simmer, the
rice cooks and low and behold when they’re done, the rice is sticking out all
around like a porcupine. I could eat
them until I popped.
A couple of days later I got a text from Tim saying that out of curiosity, he had done
some research and found an actual recipe for porcupines. Like
he doubted my story, but then lots of folks do.
I’ll make quick of this since it is FB and I know folks have
politics to discuss and cute kitten videos to watch…but be that as it may, long
story short , guess what I had for my day after birthday dinner?
Yep, Tim tied on his 1959 birthday apron and whipped up an
outstanding batch of Porcupines.
Life is good in the Friendly village.
