Mincemeat

Posted On 14 December 2019

When I was like 10 or 12 a friend’s parents were going to conference and asked if Jeff could have Thanksgiving with us. Sure!

At the end of dinner out come the pies. Pumpkin and mincemeat. I liked neither, still don’t. But Jeff asked for a slice of mincemeat. About a third of the way through his wedge he asked, “What’s a mince?” and took another bite. My dad held his hands about a foot apart and said, “It’s a small animal about so big that eats nothing but poop.” I can’t say much for Jeff’s accuracy but his distance was impressive.