BEAR.

BEAR. My mother was once given some bear meat by a neighbor. She decided to serve it as a first course at a dinner party for close friends. She marinated it for over 24 hours so it wouldn’t be tough and told our friends that she would be serving “mystery meat.” The time came when she was bringing the “mystery meat” out of the kitchen to serve it. I was at an age when a barking noise seemed funny, so I made a barking noise. This was a mistake because the man in the couple insisted on skipping the bear meat course. The explanation that the “mystery meat” was simply bear meat was of no avail. I liked the bear meat a lot, but have never encountered a restaurant that served it.

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4 Responses to BEAR.

  1. Mary Jane Schaefer says:

    Not even the, gosh, how do you spell it? The Siyaht Nova? On New Year’s Eve, didn’t they offer all kinds of weird game?

    When I was a kid, my mother made a big meal at Grandma’s for the whole extended family. It seems my father had been given a large piece of venison by a friend who’d had a good day’s hunting. She’s done the marinating, etc., and was going to pass it off as steak. Then Uncle Tony, who loved to cause trouble, starting singing “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” Do you think anyone ate that meal?

  2. Philip says:

    I think you’re thinking of a restaurant called “411” where I had venison one New Year’s Eve.

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  4. Annalisa says:

    Dad, I’m pretty sure if you were in that exact same situation at ANY age you would have made the barking noise.

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