There’s no doubt we possess stories from the past that we rarely share with others. Some of are funny, some equally embarrassing. I know I’ve got quite a few stored inside the memory banks of life. I believe you do too.
What would it take for you to share those stories with customers, blog followers and Facebook friends? Would you be hung up on what people thought or would you like to know whether they shared similar stories to yours?
I believe I’d want to know if someone experienced similar events and whether those youthful, embarrassing moments are forgotten or if they spring back to life every now and then.
In fact, I want to know so badly that I’m willing to go first. 🙂
The Rabbit Pie Story
My father was a hunter and a fisherman. Every year he would take time out to meander in the woods or settle by the riverside. It doesn’t matter which sport we discuss, he always brought home food and mom would cook some wonderful dish with the bounty.
It was a good year for rabbit hunting and dad brought home several from his hunt. Mom got busy preparing the pots and peeling the potatoes while dad skinned the bunnies. The meal was rabbit pie – a dough covered dish mixture made with rabbit meat, potatoes, onions and parsley flakes.
I’m uncertain how she made the broth; I was only age 10 – uninterested in cooking. After baking the pie, she would slice it into eight pieces and place the feast into six bowls topping each with a spoonful of broth.
Only this night, thanks to me, that wouldn’t happen.
After mom cut up the rabbit meat, she readied the stove. During this time, my sisters and I watched television. I can’t recollect what was on at the time, but it was interesting enough for me to squawk when mom asked me to dump the rabbit bones into the outside can.
When mom yelled a second time to dump the bones, I jumped up grabbing the bowl as I hurried outside. Just as I poured the contents of the bowl into the can – I heard mom screaming my name.
Bonnie! Don’t you dare dump that bowl! I’m thinking to myself, “good grief make up your mind!” She was furious as she raced to the can – dad following behind her with a smile creeping across his face.
“You just threw away the rabbit meat!” She screamed. Fear crept up the back of my neck as I waited for the inevitable hand slap that never arrived. I hung my head and cried – shaken and embarrassed at what I’d done.
To this day, I hear how I managed to throw away a meal for six because I was preoccupied with the television. Thankfully, dad understood back then and helped mom see the funny side of things.
Your turn! What is the most embarrassing story your family tells about you? Leave a comment below and let me know!
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