"We Don't Eat That Green S**t!"

Our oldest daughter is a senior at the University of Wyoming in Laramie (and it's only her third year there). This year, she didn't want to live in the dorm; her best friend's brother and his best friend were renting a house and needed a third person. So they invited my daughter, who accepted. These two guys are, not surprisingly, hunters. They got an elk last weekend, and my daughter is upset that they've left the head on the front porch for a couple of days. In their defense, I pointed out to her that she hasn't had to buy any meat at all this year, and the meat she's had has doubtless been splendid. She did admit that it has been. She makes homemade bread for these guys all the time, thanks to the bread machine Mom got her from Amazon.com for $32. So, a couple of weeks back, she had made burger rolls and the guys made elk burgers. She brought out the rolls, lovingly adorned with lettuce and tomato, and the guys looked at them and said, "What is this? We don't eat that green shit." At least, with 4 big brothers, she was not caught unawares, and laughed.