Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Christmas Goose, aka I got "goosed" for Christmas

Last night our family went to a party/dinner thrown by the facility where my grandmother resides. They provided a nice buffet dinner and the local cub scout troop came and sang some merry songs. We had a nice time visiting grandma (even though she asks the same questions over and over--I see my future!), visiting with my parents, SIL, nephew, aunt, uncle, cousin, and her children. The most difficult part of the evening was that the kids got stir crazy and we were having a rough time keeping them calm. Okay, who's kidding who? They weren't calm at all. My grandmother's room cannot fit more than 3 or 4 people in it, so once we retired to her room the kids were pretty much stuck in the hallway. At one point cousin Julie came up with the idea of giving the kids some M&Ms and asking them to make a pattern. That activity was pretty funny. Some of the kids made great patterns or pictures, but my favorite was Sam who made a quick Christmas-y picture and promptly asked if he could please eat the M&Ms now? I watched as some of the M&Ms that had been man-handled by the children and dragged all over the hallway floor made it back into the mug my grandmother has for her personal use. Ewww....

As we were driving home my husband and son say, "How about that goose?"

Me: What goose?

Harold: The goose they served for dinner....

Mackson: No, that was duck.

Harold: I heard the staff say it was goose.

Me: I only saw Turkey, ham and chicken.

Harold: That wasn't chicken.

Me: SHUT UP! Really?

Harold: Yep.

Bad news to the two Julie's in my life. That was goose. No wonder it was "tough."

7 comments:

Jules said...

It all makes sense to me now. It didn't fall off the bone like chicken, you really had to work at it. Good thing I'm over the preggo sickies I would be puking right now.

Brittany said...

maybe it was a turduken? that, i think, would've been grand. at least you noticed it was different because of the texture rather then the taste. i hate it when i think i'm eating one thing and it tastes nasty...only to find out i wasn't eating what i thought i was.

hyker said...

Funny. Sometimes it's just best to eat and smile, even when you have no idea what it is you are eating. I learned that on my mission.

Sandy said...

The M&M story reminds me of a story about a shut-in woman who had a vistor who saw a bowl of peanuts sitting by her bed and started helping themself to handfuls until he saw her take one out of her mouth and put it in the bowl. They were chocolate covered peanuts and all she wanted was the chocolate. GAG

Sandy said...

That also reminds me of Christmas sugar cookies that 3-7 year olds make. You have to make sure their cookies get on the "special cookies" platter.

Holley, Dane Brien & Wesley Berry said...

I wish I could have been there! I'm so glad that you went and had a nice visit with Grandma. She's been on my mind a lot lately!

Julie J. said...

EW,EW,EW....EW! I was suspicious from the start. Remember? I even asked if it was chicken. I hate that I didn't know what I was eating!!!!