Three of us arrived at the farm Tuesday afternoon—the advanced guard for the Thursday Feast. Even sitting in the front, I had to share my footwell with a sack of potatoes and the Brussels sprouts. (They we’re fine looking Brussels sprouts, I might add; got them at Lucky’s.)
There to greet us upon our arrival was a field of turkeys, a couple dozen, looking quite smug and safe since this is deer season in Missouri.
I neglected to mention that my grandson, Austin, and his hunting buddies bagged an eight-point buck this past week. When asked to send pictures, this is what he sent (below).
Venison steaks
After getting everything unloaded, we settled down in front of the fireplace with a bowl of Robin’s lentil soup and slices of a French baguette with two fine cheeses, one goat; one sheep. Ahh. . . all’s well that ends well.
A Friend in the Kitchen
On Wednesday my friend, Karen, from California, an attorney by trade, but a superb gardener and cook for the fun of it, made a tortellini salad and yeast rolls.
More to come as the feast unfolds . . . .
