
Here in the offices of The Curmudgeon, we are usually hungry but not ravenous. I’m fond of homemade breads, biscuits, buns (I’m very fond of buns,) and other baked bounty of the earth and often make them myself. That’s right, Crusty cooks. Is there anything like a warm dinner roll just out of the oven, slathered with butter and served with the evening’s meal? I think not, but I wouldn’t stab anybody over one, no matter how good they were.
Not so for Ava Marie Gordon of Melvindale, Michigan. As reported by Doug Guthrie of The Detroit News, her father had a leftover dinner roll and he was saving it (Gawd, these Michigan folks really like their rolls.) Apparently, his daughter has a history of eating his food. Enough so that he felt compelled to leave a note telling her to not – under any circumstances - eat his roll. It was not reported what the note said. Presumably, it said something like, “Listen, you roll-thieving pig, keep your filthy paws off my dinner roll! Love, Daddy.”
Ava Marie Gordon, roll connoisseur extraordinaire and gourmand, saw the note and promptly ate the roll anyway. Presumably, her train of thought went something like this: “Don’t you tell me not to eat your damn roll. That’s my roll now. You old fart. Watch this. Now what you gonna do about it.” Obviously, the father was none too pleased with the outcome of the struggle over the roll, now being referred to in the press as Rollgate. An argument ensued.
The argument was as heated as a 500 degree oven, to say the least. The daughter produced a gun and fired it at her father but missed. She picked up a knife instead. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on whose side you’re on, she was a much better aim with a knife than she was a gun. The knife hit the bullseye. The father is dead. She could get life in prison.
Not since Jean Valjean in Victor Hugo’s Les Miserable has there been so much fuss over a hunk of bread. Bread has been around at least since 4000 BC, one of the earliest foods known to man, and has long been associated with health, well-being, and comfort.
And now it can get you killed.
Photo Credit: Dinner Rolls, advencamp, flickr,


Damn, guess that’s why I always make sure there is plenty of bread!
No foolin’. It used to be “The Staff of Life.”
OH CRUSTY… the second I saw your title I thought of an article I did previously for my “Texas Or Australia” game… http://whyisthispopular.com/2009/05/17/stabbed-over-dinner-texas-or-australia/ (Stabbed Over Dinner)
Now I don’t know about you, but food doesn’t matter THAT much to me. I don’t care if the roll was Pillsbury… it’s not worth a post-it note, let alone being STABBED over.
Sorry to shamelessly promote, it was just too related not to mention!
NV/R,
Maria from http://www.whyisthispopular.com
Ah Maria…Hi. I have played your Texas or Australia game before. You’re right, very similar stories. I had no idea this was a thing…like a fad…a movement. I’ll keep my eyes for more food stabbing related stories.
Shamelessly promoting? Nah…just cause you have three links to yourself in one post isn’t overly promotional. Ha! Besides, you have old Crusty wrapped around your little finger – not to mention referring to himself in the third person, so don’t give it a second thought. I left a message for you over there at your fabulous blog, http://www.whyisthispopular.com, on your too kewl story http://whyisthispopular.com/2009/05/17/stabbed-over-dinner-texas-or-australia/ so check it out when you get a chance.
You wrote two – count em – two posts today? I’m impressed yet again. You rule.
Ok, you gotta tell me: What’s NV/R? It’s driving me nuts.
Crusty
I am SO GLAD somebody finally asked (not that I stalked this post or anything…).
My Dad signs everything Very/Respectfully, aka V/R. So we decided to take this one step further to fit our blog and now sign everything Not Very/Respectfully.
Also, nice job promoting more in these replies than I do in a month, you two.
NV/R,
Margo
Margo: Thanks for answering that question. It’s been making me crazy!
Nice to see you here on the wrong side of the tracks! Oh, wait…you’re from the wrong side of the tracks too…the only place to be from!