Save the neck for me

For about 30 seconds, I actually had someone convinced today that we were having a great blue heron for Thanksgiving.

I was able to summon preparation and cooking instructions effortlessly, including straight-faced, convincing-sounding details.  I told a great story of the first time I ever tried it, and what the meat is like.  I am so full of shit.

(He said, proudly.)

It wasn’t until I started about next year maybe trying a herongretbin—that’s a robin inside an egret inside a heron—that she knew she was had.

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