I stopped by the small in-town market to pick up a few
things for dinner. As I stood in line I began chatting with
the couple ahead of me buying a case of wine obviously
for a party. There was a friendly, festive feel about the
place. I bid them a Merry Christmas and turned to the
two fresh-faced high school boys, one for check out,
one for bagging, and smiled broadly. As the checker
began scanning my items he inquired as to what I was
making for Christmas dinner.
'Game hens' I replied, rifling through my huge bag
looking for the correct plastic cards.
'Scuse me, but did you say gay mens?' they both looked
at me wide eyed.
I guffawed and heard a distinct echo.
I turned - behind me in line was a fabulously effeminate
man laughing merrily.
I chortled 'Gay mens?!?!?!' hissing the 'S' slightly for effect.
'I am making Cornish Game Hens!'
The checker quickly back pedaled 'I don't mean to
offend anybody but I thought you said 'Gay Mens..."
'You didn't offend anybody - THAT was funny!'
I high-fived the fabulously effeminate man,
all of us now giggling uncontrollably.
Now the bagger chimed in 'I was going to ask how
you prepared that.'
'Well, I think you start somewhere back in the
womb' I offered.
And as I walked away chuckling I thought of the full
name of the recipe...
Fruited Cornish Game Hens
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