ScudBucket?

So we're at dinner tonight and the conversation is flowing from pets, to pet dying, to my homicidal lizard, to Richard's horse dying, to horses in general, to movies with horses in them, when Richard comes up with a gem:
Richard: "oh, yeah, and was that movie with the horse, um, what's his name...um scudbucket?
[pause]
Me: You mean Seabiscuit?
Richard: Yeah, Seabicuit. Not scudbucket
Me: Wow.

Dinner here has consistently been amazing. Our meals are cooked by the Springfield Plantation people, and while the food is predictable, it's always good and consists of a meat, starchy thing, beans, salad, and amazing desert. The only miss item so far has been a gray rectangle of starch something that we have so far only been able to describe as 'bean loaf'. Before arriving, I was told I needed to eat the local delicacy 'mountain chicken', which is actually a chicken-sized frog. However, it was apparently such a delicacy that the frog is now endangered. I have to say that's a cultural experience I am glad to be missing. The most exotic thing I've eaten here so far is Goat. I'm not really a huge fan I have to say, but it beat the 'bean loaf' vegetarian option kaitlyn is always eating.

The livestock is also all over the place here. Cows, goats, donkeys, and chickens all graze along the side of the road as we speed by. Some aren't on leashes and we have to dodge them as we drive into town. On the back roads we sometimes have to get out and herd the goats off the road or pull on their leashes to get them out of the truck's way. The baby goats are really cute though... and delicious.