lamblegs: the true story

I guess it's time to tell the story of how lamblegs came to be. I was newly married. I received a phone call from my in-laws inviting us over for dinner. I happily called John at work and relayed the message. I said, "we've been invited over to have lamblegs for dinner at your mom's."

Silence...then laughter. "lamblegs???. Do you mean leg of lamb?" Is there a difference? Just picture drumsticks from a chicken. As kids we want the drumstick, easy to eat. Next, picture a turkey leg, some fairs offer them up for a delightful feast. Next, lamblegs... getting the picture. One does not hock around a lambleg. In the sheep world and gourmet cook world, neither of which I knew about, say, "leg of lamb". Oh. Silly me. From then on, when I did something silly, or off the wall, or not quite right, John would say, "Oh lamblegs, you've done it again." I even had a personalized license plate bearing the endearment.