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Last week I came across a still-warm-and-freshly-dead deer on the roadside.
I dragged it aboard (estate car doncha know), and immediately hung it by the back legs on the garage door-lintel, slit throat and a plant-pot to catch blood.
The lass I live with, proclaimed this "cruel" - so I explained that 'Bambi' was nice in disney films but that using this already-dead beast for its' meat was forgoing the need for another LIVE animal to be slaughtered for my and my dog's consumption. This was grudgingly accepted (because she had no answer to that).
Then, she said she still regarded it as somehow contaminated. Yep, road-kill sounds like it should be rotten to the marrow. I told her that unless it died in utter fear over some period of time, that the blood should not have contaminated the meat with adrenaline, and once drained it will lose the gamey smell enough - and especially once cooked.
Well this still wasn't enough - so after I butchered it was still banned from putting the joints in the deep-freezer or fridge!
Now I am surrounded by farms, stock roaming outside the window that she has, herself, previously eaten from that same herd of sheep.
But now I have been called a "city boy new to the country" - yet she buys almost ALL her meat in a nice cellophane wrapping, on white polystyrene (WASTE and BAD for the planet), and couldn't even DREAM of gutting something that she will then need to eat.
Right - so I've now got a haunch and a leg smuggled into the bottom depths of the freezer, and am having to cook the rest today to prevent it from going off. Two days of lovely shredded venison that fell off the backbone, a sweet-and-sour yesterday, pan-fried cubed meat from the spine, and some of that left in some vindaloo curry sauce for later.
Two leg roasts (hind and front) in garlic and onions in the oven now with one casserole in there with them.
I got an accusatory look when her dog puked the other day, just to then mention to her that her animal hasn't been given ANY of this deer, and my dog is doing fine on it!
So here is a woman who has lived 15 years in the farmlands, and yet I'm some kind of naive city-dweller with no idea what I'm doing! I'm consuming all this venison on my own, and she's broadcasting to anyone who'll listen that she expects me to get sick at any moment.
It was clearly hit by a vehicle, my 'autopsy' revealed internal injuries that ensured its' demise too (so it wasn't poisoned).
The only chance of my getting sick, will be because I've had to keep it out of the fridges and only in a cooler with ice in the garage (which is why I'm now cooking it all up).
Incidentally, two weeks ago I had fresh pheasant casserole, courtesy of a car not far in front of me on the road into town. It was sumptuous in a wine, raspberry and vegetables stock.
What's UP with society that people have become so dependent on shiny packaging and supermarkets?
Not to mention that it IS often contaminated - but with preservatives and weight-gainers that mean sodium hell and water-weight for the consumer (but it won't soon go 'off' because of this)
I dragged it aboard (estate car doncha know), and immediately hung it by the back legs on the garage door-lintel, slit throat and a plant-pot to catch blood.
The lass I live with, proclaimed this "cruel" - so I explained that 'Bambi' was nice in disney films but that using this already-dead beast for its' meat was forgoing the need for another LIVE animal to be slaughtered for my and my dog's consumption. This was grudgingly accepted (because she had no answer to that).
Then, she said she still regarded it as somehow contaminated. Yep, road-kill sounds like it should be rotten to the marrow. I told her that unless it died in utter fear over some period of time, that the blood should not have contaminated the meat with adrenaline, and once drained it will lose the gamey smell enough - and especially once cooked.
Well this still wasn't enough - so after I butchered it was still banned from putting the joints in the deep-freezer or fridge!
Now I am surrounded by farms, stock roaming outside the window that she has, herself, previously eaten from that same herd of sheep.
But now I have been called a "city boy new to the country" - yet she buys almost ALL her meat in a nice cellophane wrapping, on white polystyrene (WASTE and BAD for the planet), and couldn't even DREAM of gutting something that she will then need to eat.
Right - so I've now got a haunch and a leg smuggled into the bottom depths of the freezer, and am having to cook the rest today to prevent it from going off. Two days of lovely shredded venison that fell off the backbone, a sweet-and-sour yesterday, pan-fried cubed meat from the spine, and some of that left in some vindaloo curry sauce for later.
Two leg roasts (hind and front) in garlic and onions in the oven now with one casserole in there with them.
I got an accusatory look when her dog puked the other day, just to then mention to her that her animal hasn't been given ANY of this deer, and my dog is doing fine on it!
So here is a woman who has lived 15 years in the farmlands, and yet I'm some kind of naive city-dweller with no idea what I'm doing! I'm consuming all this venison on my own, and she's broadcasting to anyone who'll listen that she expects me to get sick at any moment.
It was clearly hit by a vehicle, my 'autopsy' revealed internal injuries that ensured its' demise too (so it wasn't poisoned).
The only chance of my getting sick, will be because I've had to keep it out of the fridges and only in a cooler with ice in the garage (which is why I'm now cooking it all up).
Incidentally, two weeks ago I had fresh pheasant casserole, courtesy of a car not far in front of me on the road into town. It was sumptuous in a wine, raspberry and vegetables stock.
What's UP with society that people have become so dependent on shiny packaging and supermarkets?
Not to mention that it IS often contaminated - but with preservatives and weight-gainers that mean sodium hell and water-weight for the consumer (but it won't soon go 'off' because of this)
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