Sunday Dinner

Sunday morning this poor grouse flew into our living room window with a crack loud enough I thought a big piece of furniture fell over.

This happens about once a year. The first time, I took the victim down to the field to feed the wild animals, but the menfolk objected so strenuously that ever since we've dressed it out for dinner.

C demonstrated how you gut a grouse. I think that avoiding having to pull an animal's guts out by its legs is as good a reason as any to be a vegetarian. 

The carcass went out to the woods,

And the little heart-shaped breast went into the oven, with some onion, butter, sage, rosemary, salt, and pepper. The meat-eaters in the house declared it delicious, and wished that something bigger (like a turkey) would have flung itself into the windows.