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Not Lamb Brain Fritters
To find a solution I needed to get my creative on
I was pleasantly surprised to find that Vocal has rewarded this piece with Top Story.
Hello Mum,
As May is the month of Mother’s Day, Vocal has a new challenge for writers to conquer. It asks that we write you an open letter and confess to something we never planned to tell you and that got me thinking.
There’s much I could confess but for this exercise I’m going to reminisce about dinner — dinner as we knew it when I was young.
We lived in Lake Grace at the time and I was in my teens. Those in between years where I was not a child but I also was not an adult either — gosh we used to fight back then and one thing we constantly fought over was dinner.
Dinner was not a meal I looked forward to because it was usually some innovative concoction that I’m sure we, as humans, should not be eating.
I know there wasn’t a lot of money around back then, so you had to get creative when it came to feeding the tribe, but there was a reason the butcher in Lake Grace was practically giving away the parts of the animals that we consistently consumed.
