This is not the first time a guy has knocked on our door holding a bag o’ meat in a trash bag*. The first time was our previous renter who happened across a wild boar with his car. Essentially, he offered us roadkill. Sanglier is more than roadkill however, it’s actually VERY good. Brent cooked it up good in a winter stew that apparently was very delicious. I, eight months pregnant, did not want to risk illness on a stranger’s mystery meat.
This night’s call was from the local hunters. In early October, they asked us if they could do “the hunt” through our paddocks. He told us the days they release the birds and what days they would be going through. We said, no problem. So months later, as a thank you, one of the hunting club members dropped by a chunk of freshly shot venison (yes, he shot Bambi). Venison is not something that’s easy to buy. You have to know a hunter or go to a restaurant to enjoy.
The meat was so fresh. Brent had to carve it right away. Tosca looked on while using her Retriever Mind Tricks™ to get Brent to drop some Bambi meat. Her breed has been described as “a stomach with four legs fastened to each corner” (thanks for that, Robert!). These powers are strong with this one.
After all the carving, Brent did a quick sear of the tenderloin with butter, salt and pepper. It was so tender, so flavorful and not at all “gamey.” This is my second time eating Bambi and let me tell you, if lovin’ Bambi meat is wrong, GIRL I don’t wanna be rightah.
… ahem,and for the vegetarian audience here’s Lucy in her new pretty dress!
* “Glad Bag” means “trash bag” or “bin bag.” I believe it’s my southern Californian upbringing that taught me to refer to everyday products by their brand name (see also Scott Towel, Kleenex, Q-Tip and Coke … as in What kind of Coke do you want?).