Grilled peacock? Tastes like chicken.

On one of our recent trips to the zoo, Charlie and I had a conversation while in the bird area that went a little like this…


“Mommy? I not see this porkchop.”
“Huh?”
Points to a picture on a photo board. “This blue porkchop. I not see him today.”
“Ummm…that’s a peacock, not a porkchop.”

Long pause.

“Oh.”

We have grilled porkchops on a pretty regular basis since that’s one of our favorites. I wonder if all this time that’s what Charlie thought he was eating. Poor peacock.

Poor Charlie.