Last week I was hanging with some friends for several days, working on some stuff. At one point, we had a conversation about eating meat vs. being a vegetarian, and the conversation shifted to wild game (rabbit, deer, turtle, frog legs, etc.). My father used to cook a lot of that stuff when I was a kid, and as a result, I have a palate that favors game (hell, meat in general). I’m an incorrigible carnivore. Turns out a couple of other people in the room were as well. All of us were pretty unapologetic about it. In L.A.—The Land That Food Forgot—finding another meat-eater is like being reunited with a long-lost family member. You cling. You coo. You barbecue.
Well, I happen to love to cook, and I’m also pretty darn good at it. It comes from possessing a true admiration for cooking as a form of creative expression. And I can make anything. Seriously. So I decided that, since we were gathering again the following day, I’d (literally) pull a rabbit out of my deep freezer and fry it up, down-home style, along with some homemade buttermilk biscuits, onion gravy, and a nice long-grain rice (I know I should have made a vegetable, but it was a last minute decision to make any of it). I surprised everyone when I arrived with the food. Folks immediately went for plates and began diving into it.
…except for one person, a guy who hemmed and hawed about having never had rabbit before (although he did go a bit too far and freaked all of us out by confessing he had eaten RAT once. What the?????). Anyway, so he fixes himself a little plate. Puts a piece of rabbit on it, spoons on a bit of gravy, SPRINKLES RICE ON TOP OF IT (?????) like the rice was coconut or something, and grabbed a biscuit. This is what his plate looked like:
My biscuits are very delicate and tender, and he kind of manhandled it, that’s why it looks all crumbly on his plate.
So he heats the food in the microwave, approaches it with semi-disdain, takes a bite, and immediately proceeds to wolf through everything. Gnawed that rabbit down to dried bone, he did. Ate the biscuit out the frame (then, proceeded to have SEVEN MORE BISCUITS—I only made twelve; a small skirmish broke out over his sucking down of the biscuits; I actually had to make him another batch and bring them the next day, he went so nuts over them).
I say all this to say, Hey you…the next time I bring some food, don’t question me, okay? I’m a professional. I know what I’m doing. You just sit your iz-azz down at the table and do what?
9 thoughts on “Hey #@#$!: This Blog Post’s For You.”
>ROFL! I know about dem biscuits! And anything else you make. And I also know to just shut up and eat! He learned!
>go figga….FUCKIN' CALIFORNIANS!!!!!FAKE ASS NIGGAS!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! ;-p~~victoria, you sound as sweet as your name. don't tell me yous from the WEST side of town????
>LOL!! Actually, Lance, this cat's way cool. I just had to break on him because he was circling the rabbit and biscuits like it was Injuns 'round cowboys, then, once he had a taste, proceeded to destroy it. And "Eat it, N!@@a!!!" is actually an hysterically funny phrase he says all the time, apropos of nothing. I finally had the chance to turn the tables on him and use it, so I figured I'd run it into the ground.
>there ya go. flip da skript on his now "rabid" ass. i can see him now. "can i have sum mo'…please, please?!"..(lip smacking and drool) …lol fellas, ain't nuthin' like a southern gal… so all you other women, TIGHTEN UP!!!!
>Okay, so I'll supply my Fedex account number if you can come up with a styrofoam shipping container. By the way, my last FICO score was 763 (wink, wink)Okay, Lo, in honor of you I am going to Ceiba tomorrow to have Duck Empanadas and at least two caipirinha's.Peace,JUAN(cjhmik)
>Duck empanadas and caipirinhas!! Oooh Juan. I'm so jealous!!
>Where is Ceiba's and dem duck empanadas?
>So Miss Lo…I'm looking forward to your witty new cook book.You r a funny girl…I hope you got some sitcoms in you cause yo sh&*)t is off the hook.I luv it!
>Thank you, realityspeaks!! I"m actually working on some tv stuff, so we'll see what happens.As for Ceiba and the duck empanadas, it's in Washington, DC. It's a brazilian restaurant (right, Juan?).Here's the addy:701 14th Street, N.W.Washington, DC 20004(202) 393-3983If you get a chance to go, you should. It is…oh my goodness. Just FABULOUS!!!