Adventures at Wegmans

My friend Bonnie, has a twenty something son, who recently moved into his own apartment.  Let's call him Sherlock. Yesterday, Sherlock called his mom for some advice.  He said, "Hi Mom!   Tyler ran over a rabbit this morning on his way home from work, and he wants to make chili or something out of it." Tyler is Sherlock's roommate.
"What?" Bonnie was horrified.  "Is this a joke?"
"No Mom, I'm serious.  I know you're an awful cook, but we didn't know who else to ask.  You might have a cookbook around someplace, right? And before you say anything, I know they have rabbit on the menu at some fancy restaurants!"
"Sherlock, for god's sake! I don't think you two should be cooking and eating road-kill! I highly doubt that restaurant's serve highway accidents on their menus!  And no, I don't have any cookbooks that have  rabbit recipes."  Actually, she only has one cookbook called "Duncan Hines and You".  It was printed in 1958.
"Never mind Mom.  Tyler's googling it now.  He says we're going to make stew."
"Well make sure he googles "rabies" and "wild rabbit diseases" while he's at it.  I don't think this is a good idea!"
"Mom, I'm sure that boiling the rabbit will kill any germs it has.  We're off to Wegmans! Thanks!"

Bonnie received this picture and a text a little while later.

The text said " LOL. I wonder who's it is! And why is it spotted?  Hahaha." .


And then, a few minutes later.

 "Wegmans has everything!"

 

 

 

 

 

And after that:

 "Too bad Tyler didn't run over a couple of these!"

 

 

 

And then finally:

"This looks like those meatballs you tried to make once! Somebody canned them!"

 

 

This morning, when she hadn't heard from Sherlock, she called to ask how the stew turned out.  "Oh, sorry. I thought you heard the fire alarm. (Sherlock and Tyler live around the corner.)  We made the stew, put it on the stove,  and then got distracted by the hockey game.  By the time we smelled it,  we burned a hole in the pot, and it made a mess all over the stove.  Mr. Moore ,the Fire Chief, says hello! He said my kitchen skills must be genetic. He said I should only cook things outside, like Dad, and only then, if I'm away from trees. Mr. Moore said its good that I have learned how to man a fire extinguisher early in life. I laughed and said that I've had my own since I was three.  There was no real fire though, just  tons of smoke!  And don't worry!  We ate.  We bought some subs at Wegmans just in case. See, I did pay attention to the important things!"