My mother loves to tell a story about the first time we went to visit my aunt and cousin out in the sticks. I’m a city girl despite my country upbringing, and at the tender age of 2 I’d spent my entire existence in Shanghai being baffled by free range grass, much less free range animals. Once we got to the farm, my aunt and mom promptly released me and my cousin into the wild where – in my mom’s retelling – we “ran into some geese or something,” and “the next time we saw you you were both screaming being chased by a couple.” Further quote,“It was so funny.”

And that is why every Christmas I cook like 5 lbs of goose fat roasted potatoes. Fuck you guys, you dumb birds. Fuck you guys.


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