Today’s cartoon was inspired by a challenge by our friend Jillsy Girl to do a post inspired by childhood memories.
I remember my dad liking some crap that the rest of us couldn’t stand, yet we had to eat it because whatever mom made for dinner you had to eat. Somehow my wife’s mom always let her have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches if she didn’t like what was for dinner. Not in my house. You had to take some of EVERYTHING…and eat it.
Well that was the plan anyway. Thanks to our good old dog, I didn’t have to worry about eating all my liver or tongue. Yes, my family was served cow tongue on occasion. You know when you rush in from playing outside and are excited to see what is for dinner only to see a giant cow tongue boiling in water that it’s not a good night. I can remember seeing the ridges on the tongue floating in the water. Hated the stuff. But the dog loved it. It was a sly motion that you stuck the food in your mouth, coughed into your hand as you spit out the meat and then slowly reached under the table to the awaiting jaws of the beast.
Still, I could never get the fucking dog to eat my brussel sprouts.
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