Beloved, MiniMe and I went to my mom & dad's place in St. Augustine on Sunday for a cookout. For all of you who don't know, and for those of you who do - a reminder, I'm a vegetarian and have been for about 4 years. However, I NEVER ask anyone to cook anything special for me, nor do I ever say anything if we're at someone's home for dinner and it's a Meat-A-Saurus meal.
Back to my story.
We get there and my mom says "We're having ribs and I bought chicken for you since you don't eat meat."
Here we go again. After 4 years, my mom still thinks that if she serves me chicken or turkey, that's vegetarian.
MiniMe looks at me with an expression that conveys "Am I missing something here?" Go ahead, I tell her, you explain it.
"Mimi, chicken is meat, mom doesn't eat meat."
"You don't eat chicken? Well I thought you ate chicken?"
I say to MiniMe "Give her the 2 and 4 leg explanation."
MiniMe recites my mantra "Mom doesn't eat anything with 2 or 4 legs. Chickens have 2 legs," and smiles because she's getting to "correct" an adult.
"Well!" my mom huffs, "This was a one-legged chicken so I guess you can eat it!"