So, I really love my wife's family. I'm from Omaha. She's from Broken Bow, most of her mother's family now lives in the Comstock area. (Look it up on Google Maps, trust me, it's the sticks.) So, we are enjoying our Christmas feast. They are of Swedish descent, so there are meatballs, pickled herring, and normal stuff like lasagna and ham and smoked turkey. What's wrong with the smoked turkey you might ask? Well, I'm sitting next to one of her cousins, and he asks me how the food was, and in particular, the hunk of meat I was consuming at that precise moment. I say it's pretty good, and, for some reason, I was thinking it was a poorly smoked pork roast. Whatever, it's all there was to eat. No pizza joints, no Hardees, no McDonalds for 30 miles. Well, I declared to her cousin, this smoked pork is pretty good. He laughs for a second, and says, no, that's turkey. I'm like, oh, okay, big deal. THEN, he just says nonchalantly, I hit that with my pickup a few weeks ago.

I had ROADKILL for CHRISTMAS DINNER. Why do I feel like I went east to Kentucky instead of west, to central Nebraska where such things DO NOT HAPPEN????

 

Absoolutely nothing wrong with eating road kill. Earlier this week I was eating road kill deer.

 

i live in kentucky we dont do that here

 

Lots of Mexican restaurants down here. Roadkill must be on the menu somewhere.

 

you ever been to spencer or crawford???? now that's the sticks

 

You ate roadkill! LMAO!