Little Known Prairie Christmas Traditions #347:

Christmas is not celebrated until this happens:



Naughty children are known to spray their parent's vehicles with aerosol whipping cream if there is no convenient storm.

This is what I come home for:

I'm not the most trusting person in the world, so doing my shopping from a farmer's market is a bit of a minefield. Throw in my deep-seated loathing for hippies, and you can imagine the visions of discarded Tesco tomato crates piling up behind the Locally Grown Produce in a Hemp Sack Stand that I have most Saturday mornings.
I regularly buy 'wild' rabbit from a vegetable farm that they claim is provided by a shottie-toting neighbour, and while it certainly tastes like game, how can you really be sure? Some of the staff wear bandanas. There have been hemp trouser sightings. Filthy hippies.
It was to my immense pleasure then, after I made sure my teeth were still in place, that I discovered this in the leg of my dinner on Tuesday: