Thursday, February 09, 2006

Switcheroo

I was in the 5th grade when my Mom started watching some of the neighborhood kids for some side money. Actually, I don’t know if she ever made any money or if she just did it out of the kindness of her heart. But every morning a couple of kids would be dropped off at our house before school. They were Jeff and his sister Pam and another girl named Sarah. My mom would make sure that they all made their way to school, along with my brothers and I, and then after school she would watch them until their parents picked them up. (Now that I think about it, these kids were my responsibility on the walk to and from school since I was the oldest out of everyone that had to make the 4 block walk. So I have to guess that my mom did NOT make any money because I am sure she would have cut me in on the action since I was the responsible one).

After school, I would lead the 7 of us back to our house where we would play in the street or on Bob’s (my best friend who lived across the street) yard until, either dinner time, or until Mrs. Luchuk, the old cranky lady that lived next to Bob, would call the cops or come out and yell at us, whatever came first, and it was usually Mrs. Luchuk. (Hag).

Sometimes the other kids would not be at my house. Jeff and his father would be away hunting for a week. Sarah would be staying with her grandparents. I think there were other kids somewhere along the way, that I do not remember, but there were always a bunch of us playing in the street. Mrs. Luchuk would yell at us, and sometimes her husband, who was a nice man, would come out and apologize to us. Or Mr. Luchuk would tell his wife to come inside and leave the kids alone. Sometimes he would retrieve the ball that landed on his yard for us because we were too afraid to approach the house. He was nice man.

One day, my mom asked that we all play inside because Mr. Luchuk had died. She wanted to give Mrs. Luchuk a break. Later after all the other kids left we sat down to have dinner. My mom made meat loaf. My mom’s meat loaf was good. Not great, but good. It was consistent. It tasted the same every time. This particular night it did NOT taste the same.

“Mom, why does this taste funny?” One of us asked.
“I made it the same way I always make it. Eat it.” She would reply.
The LawnWhisperer asked, as he did with every meal, “Mom? Is there onions in here?” He hated onions.
“No John.”
“Mom this doesn’t taste right. What is it?” Said another brother.
Dad spoke up. “Poop and boogies. Eat it.”

At one point my mom announced that she did make the meatloaf a little different this time but she would only tell us what she used after we all ate it. After a while we all seemed to finish our meals although we were little wary of what my mom was going to tell us. We were waiting for Pat to finish his plate (Pat was always the last to finish) so we could all hear Mom’s secret ingredient. As Pat finished his last few bites, my mom told us what we had just eaten.

“I did make the meatloaf a little different.” She said. “I used a different kind of meat. It is called Venison.”

“Venison? What’s that?” Someone said.

“Well.” My mom replied, “Do you know how Jeff and his father go hunting? Well the last time they went, they shot a deer. Jeff’s dad was nice enough to bring us some ground venison so I used it for the meatloaf.”

There was an up roar at our house. “We ate deer meat?”
“Mom that’s like eating Bambi.”
“Ohh. Gross.”
“I will never eat meatloaf again.”
These were just some of the comments.

As I was clearing the table, I turned to my mom and I said, “I did not think it was too bad. And I am glad you said it was deer meat. I thought you were going to say it was Mr. Luchuk.”

20 comments:

Jim said...

LOL Thanks, I needed that this morning!

Circus Kelli said...

LOL! That's terrific!

Kami said...

Too funny!!! Venison loaf, huh?

TBG said...

Not so sure I would like Venison Loaf! I thought she was going to say Mr. Luchuk as well! HA

Mich said...

Thanks for the AM laugh. Glad it wasn't Mr. Luchuk!

kalki said...

OMG, I thought she was going to say Mr. Luchuk, too! You know, as a joke or something.

My dad and brother hunt, but I REFUSE to eat venison. Nas-TAY. (And I have a soft spot for Bambi.)

Tammy said...

There is no way I would have eaten something BEFORE I knew what was in it. Brave kids, you are.

I so miss the days when we could roam the streets all afternoon without a care in the world.

Odd Mix said...

Oh, way too funny.

I don't hunt often, but when I do, my kids are keen to try the new cuisine. I supose they wouldn't want to try it if it were a deceased neighbor, though.

ROFL!

Twixie said...

LOL That's just too much, Mr. Luchuck... LOL. Very funny.

judypatooote said...

LOL.....;you always make me laugh...thanks.....

Susie said...

HA! That's a good one. I was a little nervous for a minute there myself! My mom pulled that on us once with burgers. That's when I understood what it meant when someone said something tasted "gamey."

Mainline Mom said...

I thought she was gonna say Mr. Luchuk too!

ieatcrayonz said...

Oh damn! Did your mom pee her pants a little, cause I think I just did!

Football Widow said...

That's funny! I'll have to remember that one.

Lanna said...

LOL! What a great story. :)

maggie said...

thats funny
but i think if it were Mr Luchuk
it would have tasted even worse
i cant emagine looking into my meatloaf and seeing a fingernail or something
i would have puked

kimmyk said...

I remember one time my mom did the same...made a roast and it looked different...but we were told the same...hush and eat our dinner. When dinner was over we found out what the mystery meat was.....

cows tongue.

i have such a hard time with that to this day. *puke*

Stacie said...

UGH! I grew up on venison and still hate it to this day. I swear I could smell it cooking and my mom would always swear it was beef. She was determined that they were one and the same and the difference between them was all in my head. This Christmas we went home and mom cooked some chili and I immediately piped up "This is venison!" Mom replied "Oh Stacie Ann! You cannot taste the difference!" Wo which I asked "Well is it?" Yes she ansered..."And how do you suppose I knew that if I couldn't taste the difference?" She finally believes me after all these years..and I still hate it! Stacie

Anonymous said...

Mr Luchuk tastes better the 2nd day anyway

LizzieDaisy said...

How can I possibly come up with a better comment that that?! lmao

(but in a very reverent way)