Growing up we used to bug my mom constantly about the dinner menu. "Hey Mom... what's for dinner??"
Every week before she did the grocery shopping she would ask what WE wanted for dinner. We were usually less than helpful. (Although I'm sure we were angels in every other way.) We might come up with one or two ideas, but the rest of the week was left to her.
I don't know when she first came up with this intriguing answer. After years of being asked "Hey Mom, what's for dinner?" she finally replied to our shocked little faces; "marinated monkey meat!" When we sat down for dinner that night we realized she was joking... but a new game was born.
I don't know how many times over the years we asked "what's for dinner?" and she answered "marinated monkey meat," but it is now a timeless family joke.
