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.
Glad the omnivores in the house enjoyed their supper, but, oh, what a pretty bird. I wonder if we have grouse here? I can't remember ever seeing one. Hmm....research project.
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