Kill the geese!

Today, Perry, Linnea, and I cleaned out the fridge. It was a long process. I mean, it was supposed to have been done months ago, but I could never get both kids together and willing. Today, I upped the ante and offered lunch if they would help.

We chatted while we worked, and at one point, the topic of pâté de foie gras came up.

I explained how it was made, the gavage of the poor birds. Fatty liver disease. Etc.

Both kids were horrified at the animal abuse.

Then I guess I mentioned for the first time that it was a goose liver pâté.

Attitude from both rowers changed immediately. "Do they need more birds? We can knock 'em out with our oars!"

Every morning, Perry has to clean off the dock covered in goose poop. And geese on the local lakes appear to have a fuck you, do you think I care about your oar blade hitting me? attitude.

So if pâté de foie gras could be made with Canada geese... my kids wouldn't protest too loudly. Not that they'd eat it, of course.

(They were kidding, btw. Mostly. They truly despise geese.)