We had moose soup for lunch yesterday. It was a soup my parents had made so I don’t quite know the recipe–except I do know about the moose.
It turns out that the last time my Dad went moose hunting, he shot a hermaphrodite moose. It looked like a bull moose with horns and everything–so he shot it. When he started gutting it, he realized it had both male and female organs. But, hey, it was a moose. Do you know how many families you can feed with a moose?
I’ve had lasagna made with that moose before. And now, I’ve had moose soup. Tomorrow, my Dad says, we’ll have spaghetti bolognaise a la hermaphrodite moose.
How’s that for interesting?