Good homecookin dinner in my belly got me to thinkin' about some of the silly things ya'all city people do when it comes to feedin' your family. A hillbilly can live off the land, can fix most any thing, and kill any thing (but only kills to feed his family.) The land is his grocery store-if we cant milk, it kill it, or grow it we don't need it.
The only fast food we eat is the kind we chase down with the truck. You think about, is it fast food? Really fast? By the time you get to town, find out what you want, get it, and eat it- it is cold. Then what? By that time you could have made something fresh in the comfort of you home and it actually tastes better.
I would rather eat some road kill opossum soup. That's right roadkill. A real man can make a meal from any thing. I brought some rabbit home one day. My wife ask were'd I get it. She was stumped. I'd just gone to lend some help. Her poppa was cuttin' up a tree to heat the house. (Yes you city people we still use wood to heat the house. We ain't got fireplaces to just look purdy for our your friends.) Back to the rabbit, well heading back to the homestead a rabbit wanted to see what size tires the pickup had. You see what happened-dinner. We put it on with some roast, peas, and carrots. It was great. You goofy city people let those critters go to waste. I see tons of em go to waste, such a shame.
I am actually wonderin' what the heck was your homecooked meal tonight? And I thought we were hillbilly.
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