EATING HUMBLE PIE

I just told my brother Les that I was going to write about eating squab. He said, "Oh, that sounds so much better than saying you ate DOVES, doesn't it?" I said, "Squab is also pigeon." He answered, "That's even worse!"

Being the youngest in the family, Les was not as exposed to our wide array of "epicurean delights" as the older ones were.

Our mother would fix any wild game brought home except opossum or raccoon. I think it was because opossums were so disgusting and we had raccoons as pets.  We enjoyed quail, pheasant, rabbit, and especially turtle.  I still like "offal": gizzards, livers, tongue, heart, kidneys, lungs, tripe, and brains (yes, I admit that I've eaten brains!);  Les said, That's an OFFAL story!"

Gerald grimaces when I mention those delicacies; I've told him it's hard for me to believe that he grew up on a farm--as poor as we were-- and had not eaten these rare treats  I said, "If I say I love pate de foie gras, that'll be OK, rather than goose liver." I like braunschweiger (liverwurst) but I cannot tolerate blood pudding, head cheese, or souse.

As kids, we ate ground hog and muskrat, but Mother insisted we say "marsh rabbit" as that euphemism sounded so much better.   I never tasted "mountain oysters"; Mother said she was tricked into eating them once and although they were delicious, she would NOT have eaten them if she'd known what they were.

The derivation of the saying "To eat humble pie", which means to apologize and face humiliation, is from the Old English word "umbles" which was the term for offal from deer and was considered "humble" to eat.