New Experience
It was
five thirty in the morning not even early enough for the sun to come out and my
father wakes me up and I get dressed and ready for my first hunt. Today was the
beginning of rabbit season and we were not going to miss our shot. We go to the
woods and look around for hours and when we were just about to give up I see a
rabbit just ahead by a log and I look towards my father and he gave me the
thumbs up. Slowly, I put a shell into my 20 gauge shotgun and pull back the
hammer. I have the rabbit in my sights; I put my finger on the trigger, bang. A
shot rang out and the rabbit jumps a few feet it is wounded I grazed my first
bunny. My father moves like lighting and darts towards the creature, he grabs
the barrel of his gun and hits the rabbit with the stock. Finally, a rabbit.
Acquired Tastes
My
mother’s side of the family is from Switzerland and being from Switzerland the
brought their cooking style as well. They also brought so many traditions that
are hundreds of years in the making. Though there is no live relative that came
over from Switzerland I did get a chance to know my grandmother before a battle
with cancer took her away from me. That woman could make any bad meal a great
one, she knew the ins and outs of cooking of which she passed down. The main
dish that I loved to eat was her scalloped cabbage. It is just a wonderful dish
that was perfected in Switzerland and then brought to America and ultimately to
my stomach.
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