The mischievous grandchildren picked from the garden a big bug, and when their grandmother was not attentive, they put it in the stewpot. At dinner, they refused to eat stew. Their grandmother ate plenty though, and she licked her lips and said ‘Mmmm… Yummy stew!’ thinking she would tempt them…
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great little story to start me on my day… will ye be serving leftovers?
This is a respectable restaurant. (Or at least it tries to be.)
Naughty little rascals 🙂
Imps! I’d flog them.
Good protein 🙂
Sweetie might eat some bugs as well, when you are not attentive. No? 🙂
He eats some funny things. He likes to share my yoghurt and my milkshake, my cereal, bread, meat etc whatever you eat he will have a go at. 🙂
They’ll eat when they are hungry enough.
They probably will…
Now that I see these new comments and have had a day to get the first taste of that bug stew out of my mouth, I think I’d throw my grand kids in to the stew.. or at least let them know that I like stewed grandchildren with my stewed critters. All a bunch of boiled buggers.
Oh! You have grandchildren. Peculiar beings they are!
not so when they are stewed correctly… they are not peculiar at all. Quite normal actually. A little like scungilli or conch.