What's for Breakfast?

I returned from running weekly errands at about 8 am. I unloaded all the bags from the van, and M started rummaging.

M: "What's for breakfast?"
Mommy: "Pickled pigs feet and fried lizard."
M: "Oh." (long pause) "Have we ever had that before?"
Z: "I think she's kidding. She better be kidding."