Where's the stuffing?

Every year we are treated to a special meat stuffing along with your typical bread stuffing. The meat stuffing isn't too pretty to look at but its a flavorful masterpiece that is always enjoyed and missed when not available.

This year it went missing in action. I think it was an inside job.

My folks stopped at my Aunties on the way down. To rest their weary heads and to visit with her. She seems like a nice person. She's family.

Oh - but beware of the Auntie who knows about the magic of the stuffing. She will do everything in her power - like hide it in the fridge behind the milk or talk to you as she's guiding you out of the house knowing that if she keeps talking and talking and talking my Dad will hurry and jump in the car midsentence and wave goodbye as he's driving away saying he's on a time schedule!

So to make a long story short - she stole the stuffing. She pretended she didn't know...But wait until you hear the evilness that dwells in her heart.

This stuffing is so coveted we tried to think of a way to get it to us by Christmas. I had to drive a few hours north on Christmas Eve - if I kept driving a few more hours I could have retrieved it but I didn't. I thought about it.

My Grandmother was frightened that it would be gone if we left it there. Knowing that they would eat it. That they would come up with some excuse, like they were hungry or something.

"Go back and get it! I don't care that you have been driving for 10 hours. There won't be any left. Time is running out!"

I even suggested that maybe it could be sent FEDEX. Like they would show - Ha!

So we cut our losses and made the call and told her to enjoy it. Eat and share it with her family as it was made with love.

She giggled like a school girl. Pretend she felt badly for us (for about a minute) then the giggling. Evil giggling.

Then the phone calls started.

"Just wanted to let you know I made a small bowl of it - Its Wonderful!"

"Hello, Guess what I am eating?"

"Ha, Ha we have stuffing and you don't!!!"

"Listen, do you hear that? That's me.... Chewing on...Guess.....STUFFING...You losers!"

We now have a voodoo doll made of my Auntie and have cursed her with stomach discomfort, gas and diarrhea.

The head spinning of the doll will take place during the next phone call.