NedNickerson
JUB Addict
I spent the day yesterday with my younger sister in north Mississippi. She drives a truck for a living and is on the road most of the time, but she was home this weekend, so I thought I'd drive down to spend some time with her.
She lives way out in the country with her boyfriend at his place. They keep a menagerie of animals - about six dogs, a cat, six or seven rabbits, about five goats, and a fish pond. The weather was pleasant amd it was nice sitting outside in the fall air, talking about this and that... Eventually, we decided to go for a drive and as we drove around and talked, we passed through various little country towns with town squares and antique shops. Before long, we were miles away in another town and it grew dark. We decided to get a bite to eat before we headed back to her place, and went into a Chinese restaurant where they served a buffet.
The food look alright but it was cold... after a few minutes, as we talked and ate, it was even colder, and I was finding it hard to chew... I said, "This would be all right if it was hot..." We started talking about the best Chinese restaurants we'd eaten at in the past, and eventually I mentioned a buffet at a town nearby, the Red Sun Chinese Restaurant, where I'd had some good meals. As I was talking, my sister had a grin on her face, and I said, "What...?"
She said, "Don't ever eat at the Red Sun in ______ (another town nearby)." And I asked, "Why?"
She said one of our nieces was a friend of the fire marshall in that town. He frequently made surprise inspections and actually had keys to every business in the town. He made a surprise inspection of the Red Sun restaurant and went in late one night when a few of the employees were there preparing the menu for the next day... As he walked through the kitchen, he noticed a huge pot on the stove that was bubbling and simmering away, and there were tails hanging out all the way around the rim of the pot.
I was aghast. "Tails? What kind of tails?" And she shrugged and said, it was evidently done that way so that they could remove the carcass after all the meat had boiled off the bones - they'd just grab the tails and pull it out...
Needless to say, I didn't eat much last night...
So all night, I was wondering, what it might have been - rats, dogs, possum - do pigs have tails long enough to drape down over the side of a stew pot...? Wouldn't the butcher had cut that off anyway? Same for a cow, too, don't you think...?
She lives way out in the country with her boyfriend at his place. They keep a menagerie of animals - about six dogs, a cat, six or seven rabbits, about five goats, and a fish pond. The weather was pleasant amd it was nice sitting outside in the fall air, talking about this and that... Eventually, we decided to go for a drive and as we drove around and talked, we passed through various little country towns with town squares and antique shops. Before long, we were miles away in another town and it grew dark. We decided to get a bite to eat before we headed back to her place, and went into a Chinese restaurant where they served a buffet.
The food look alright but it was cold... after a few minutes, as we talked and ate, it was even colder, and I was finding it hard to chew... I said, "This would be all right if it was hot..." We started talking about the best Chinese restaurants we'd eaten at in the past, and eventually I mentioned a buffet at a town nearby, the Red Sun Chinese Restaurant, where I'd had some good meals. As I was talking, my sister had a grin on her face, and I said, "What...?"
She said, "Don't ever eat at the Red Sun in ______ (another town nearby)." And I asked, "Why?"
She said one of our nieces was a friend of the fire marshall in that town. He frequently made surprise inspections and actually had keys to every business in the town. He made a surprise inspection of the Red Sun restaurant and went in late one night when a few of the employees were there preparing the menu for the next day... As he walked through the kitchen, he noticed a huge pot on the stove that was bubbling and simmering away, and there were tails hanging out all the way around the rim of the pot.
I was aghast. "Tails? What kind of tails?" And she shrugged and said, it was evidently done that way so that they could remove the carcass after all the meat had boiled off the bones - they'd just grab the tails and pull it out...
Needless to say, I didn't eat much last night...
So all night, I was wondering, what it might have been - rats, dogs, possum - do pigs have tails long enough to drape down over the side of a stew pot...? Wouldn't the butcher had cut that off anyway? Same for a cow, too, don't you think...?
