I probably shouldn’t be writing about another meal, but it happened again. No turkey this time, and really it wasn’t so much a meal as it was a standing supply of food on the kitchen island. There were many things, but to make it sound classier, I will call it charcuterie–Canadian style.
Among the many standouts, were my brother’s venison hors d’oeuvres. Being a life long animal lover, he had always refrained from activities in which animals could or would be harmed. This included hunting. However, being a meat eater, he recently concluded that he had to take responsibility for the death of animals, and that hunting would be no different than buying meat in the supermarket. So this is his first deer.
I have to say that it tasted quite good.