Is this ironic? Or a generational gap? Perhaps a change in sensibilities? Or, better still, a change in necessities?
|Homer brings home supper:|
opossums. © Bales family archive
Your meat came from your slaughtered hog (notice pig in background of photo) or the game you found in the forest: squirrel, bear, opossum. But the latter wasn't prized. It was too fatty and chewy.
And today, only two generations removed, instead of possum for supper, it's supper for possum. I routinely give the nature center's adopted opossum her supper.
Olivia is lame with an injured right front leg she uses very little. Yesterday, it was broccoli, apple, sweet peppers and grapes. She loves grapes. Smack. Smack. Smack. She eats them with great relish. Olivia also gets dry cat food for a little bulk, but she always eats her fruits and vegetables first.
She's a good girl. And look at that sweet face.