Mutton's Going On

I am not a stereotypical Greek girl.  I am in some ways; but in many, especially food related, I am not.

Examples of things I hate, dislike or will not partake in:
Raw onions (as in I tell wait staff "don't even put it on my plate" because the taste permeates into other things and ruins my burgers and shit.
 Wine (especially reds, though I have grown to enjoy prosecco)
Heavy garlic
Doing it up the bum.  Kidding.  No - not kidding!  Just kidding that Greek girls like that.  For some reason it's a rumor.  I do not believe it.
Lamb


You heard me.  I do not like lamb - at all.   So when moms is prepping for holidays, she makes sure that there is something else for me and my sister to eat.  I think it's my moms worst fear that I will starve, even though all she does is feed me and then complain that I am a fatty.  Kill me.  Anyway, she'll make pork or something, though if we are barbecuing, there are always burgers, steaks, etc.

My dad is like a mad scientist and likes to make contraptions.  He built this self contained spit that - get this - runs on electricity or it's own generator.  It's a giant metal box with a butcher's block on top.  Just so you know what I am dealing with.

 I went over there last Memorial Day.  All the sibs were coming over.  I hadn;t seen them in a bit so I was stoked.  My dad was grilling some yummies and also had a lamb going in the back yard.

They neighbors were grilling too.  You know, standard fare: hot dogs and burgers and maybe they were getting adventurous with some brats.  I'm not sure.

Meanwhile, the lamb is apparently done.  My dad and brothers plop it on the block, presumably to cut it, right?  My sister in law and two nieces are also out there.

I look out the window and am mortified and hysterically entertained at once.

They are attacking the thing like a pride of lions on a zebra.  I mean literally.  They are just picking at it.  I go out there and my niece is like "just try some".  So I take a piece - read, a piece that is approximately a square centimeter, because that is how I taste things.  She laughs at me.  I take a little bite and am like - nope...still don't like it.

Their neighbors and their guests must have been amazed though.  Can you imagine looking over and seeing people just attacking roast beast?  How freaking ridiculous.

We will have lamb at Easter, but that's out in the woods at my sister's house.  No witnesses.