It's a few days after Thanksgiving. What better time to dress up like a big, glowing pumpkin, grab your gun, and tromp around in the snow? I want Jason to be happy, of course, but I can't bring myself to hope he gets a deer. I don't like deer meat. Just not enough of a true farmer's wife, I guess. Make it into chili, it tastes like deer. Make a meatloaf? Tastes like deer. Burgers? Sausage? Bologna? Deer, deer, deer. (The same is true for goat, by the way, with apologies to Melanie.)
Turned out that Jason and Brian saw no deer that day, and they did have a good time walking all over the farm in the snow. It may be that I am safe, at least for this year. I think I'll go cook some chicken.
1 comment:
I can't believe you don't like deer. I'm sure you heard it's all in how you fix it. If you've had chili from me it was deer meat. We've made chili meat by the gallon and canned it by adding 10 lbs ground deer to 4 qts tomato juice with however many tablespoons of garlic salt and chili powder my recipe says in my book which is not right here.
Anything acidic will take the "wild" out of the meat, unless the hunter didn't field dress immediately and properly or he didn't down the deer on the first shot but let it run after being hit. Either of those and there's nothing a cook can do but throw out the meat. Our last deer meat was from a hunter that loved to hunt but didn't eat what he killed--that should be a sign that the man didn't know how to kill for the table. We had to throw out 100 lbs of meat. Blah!
I love you, anyway. I guess you were just being nice when I brought meatloaf to church. I'll take the hint.
Melani
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