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).
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 . . . .