Steak was a rarity at our house. I used to love to go to the grandparents place because there was a great chance I'd get to eat steak. It seemed so foreign, so extravagant.
Should add that we ate a TON of deer. Dad would shoot several every year. I remember most of it being tough and gamey. Blech.
When I was a kid I was eating dinner at my friend Johnny's house. Times were tough so they ate a lot of deer meat and that's what was for dinner. I could tell they were a little embarrassed about it.
Anyway, Johnny was a good kid so he gave his mom a compliment, said "mom, this is delicious, what is it?" His mom tried to be discreet and said "honey, it's what I call your daddy sometimes."
And Johnny's big brother blurted, "spit it out Johnny, it's an aśśhole!!"
