Monkey Meat

I had a great time teasing my brother last night. It was during our dinner that my father and I had a good laugh over my brother’s comments.

An half an hour before dinner, though, I asked my father what was on the menu for dinner.

“Monkey,” he said.

He was referring to the way the meat was cooked, rather than what the meat was (which was pork by the way). It seems that back when he was overseas, he indeed tasted monkey meat. So when he got back to the Philippines he adapted the recipe, not the meat, into our main dishes.

So I knew what he meant when he said ‘Monkey.’ Unfortunately, my brother didn’t. ^^

Brother: What’s for dinner? *reached to take a bite*
Dad: Monkey.
Brother: *spoon stops before reaching his mouth* Really? *looks my way*
Me: Yeah.
Brother: *is skeptical* Really?! For real?
Me: Yes. Right, Dad?
Dad: Yes.
Brother: *looks at his plate doubtfully*
Me: *grinning widely, knowing that a new question will be forthcoming*
Brother: *tries to take a bite but stops* *looks at me frustrated* Are you sure?!
Me: *grins* Yep.
Brother: It’s pork, isn’t it?
Me: It’s monkey.
Brother: *determined look* No, it’s obviously pork.
Me: *grins* Are you sure?
Brother: *almost shouts* What is it really?!
Me: We said monkey! *starts laughing* Ask Dad!
Dad: It’s monkey.
Brother: Really?!
Me: *laughs really hard*
Dad: Be realistic! Where will we be able to buy monkey meat here? It’s not like it’s a usual commodity at the supermarket.
Me: *laughs really hard at my brother* You’re so gullible.
Brother: *scowls* Shut up.

For anyone who’s wondering, yes, the monkey recipe is delicious. ^^

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