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LOL! I can't make pot roast like that...heh heh. I really wish I'd been around when Dad's mother served possum to my Mom. That had to be a hoot!

That could have been a riot or the start of a life long problem.

Cheryl

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And now it is family lore !

My husband was heard once to say "I wish you would make the rice pudding the way my mother did" ... trouble was, she liked it so you could almost slice it, whereas the kids and I liked it more milky in texture. So he had four people who could come up with that sentence on almost any occasion lol

I like my rice pudding both ways - depends on the time of year. The thick stuff is great on cold days. The looser stuff is for the rest of the year!

Do you like the rice pudding served in Indian restaurants? I love that stuff.

Cheryl

OOOoooooh, ROTFLMBO!!!!! It's amazing he still asks your mother why she can't cook like her mother!!! So, what was your grandmother's reaction to him so unceremoniously depositing her hard work that way? Did you ever hear? LOL again!

Joan

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Not particularly, but I like the way the Greeks serve it, even if I am partial to milkier.

He's done it to her at MY HOUSE. I'm a good cook, my mom and my sister are ok cooks.

Since she told me about it with great glee, I assume complete satisfaction.

Cheryl

Love rice pudding - either way. The Indian stuff, "kheer" , is made with basmati rice, and can be lots of sugar involved. I don't like it when it's really soupy. But, otherwise, yum.

ellice

My mother served possum to my father. It was during the war and she was all proud of herself because possum didn't require a ration card... but she made the mistake of telling him what it was. LOL!

Elizabeth

And his reaction?

He threatened to send her home to her mother! YEARS later, he was still indignant about it.

Elizabeth (whose parents had been married 19 years when she was born)

After following this thread, I think I'm glad I was born in the city where the only animals were horses that belonged to the police and house pets.

Oh, I forgot the flying rats that some people call pigeons!!!

Lucille

Flying rats are seagulls! LOL

Cheryl

My very dear Lucille, I have been to some portions of NYC where they had an animal you forgot, and in great abundance ... rats.

I wonder what ragout of rat would taste like?

Don't be silly Karen. Having worked on 58th Street between 5th and 6th Avenue, directly across the street from some of the most luxurious and oldest hotels in Manhattan, and having taken the subway to work 5 days a week, I can assure you I never forgot the rats. I simply chose to make believe they never existed.

You haven't experienced a nightmare worse than when I ascended the subway steps in the Plaza Hotel and discovered that they had put poison in Central Park to try to thin the rat population and both Central Park South and 58th Street were covered in dead rats from corner to corner.

Not a pretty sight. lol

Lucille

Blah!

Another incident in my life, but I don't remember any of it except the story that was told over and over, was something that happened when I was an infant in my crib and my father went to check on me, which was an odd thing for a man to do in the olden days when I was young. He did it because he said he had a creepy feeling that something was wrong. There was a rat in my crib, probably attracted to the bottle of milk I was drinking.

He chased it and it bit him on the ankle. He showed me a scar to prove that it really happened. Fortunately he was able to catch the rat and have it tested for rabies. I must have heard that story 500,000 times when I was growing up.

Yuucchhh!!!

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Nice, country pigeons, make excellent pigeon pie.

Very good to the inmates of Changi Jail during the war years.