I’ve got one more story realated to something like this:
When I was a kid, we had 2 hogs we raised. My older brother was a wiseacre and named them “Mildred” and “Irving”
(Word to the wize, don’t name your food)
My sister raised them for her 4-H club,
When we slaugherted them later, we would be around the breakfast table, and my brother would say, “I wonder who we’re eating today, Mildred or Irving” and my sister would cry and run off from the table. My dad and I would bust out laughing and my Mom would jump all over my brother.
It was hilarious.
LOL! I completely understand.