FYI, This post is part of an ongoing series about our family's seeming obsession with deer...
There is a deer in my freezer and...I.am.afraid!
(I think it is important that you know that no one in our family, other than my husband, has ever eaten anything wilder (more wild?) than a turkey.)
My husband cannot figure out what has come over me. He brought the various edible parts of the deer home to our freezer this past Friday and I have been a nervous wreck ever since!
Why, you ask??? Well, it might have something to do with all of the varied and strong opinions I've heard from people about the act and art of eating venison. Let's see, some words that stand out:
DON'T OVERCOOK IT!
I don't know, those might have something to do with it. How about this:
"If there's venison in that lasagna you're making, I'M NOT COMING."
"Are you putting venison in the lasagna? Did I tell you we can't make it for dinner?"
These people were willing to forgo Ms 14 yo's birthday dinner because they thought I might be putting deer meat in the lasagna! I had to promise (something I rarely do) that I would not do that.
So here I sit, realizing that I've run out of ground beef and knowing that this coming week I have to cook this stuff, but paranoid that I'm going to screw it up big time and everyone is going to run away from the table gagging and we will have to go hungry rather than eat the rest of the meat that is in our freezer!
I would certainly appreciate your prayers this week :)
Anyone know the patron saint of terrified cooks?