We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We're having 30 friends over here at Maggie's Farm HQ for a casual wild game dinner tomorrow night. Perfect for a 10 degree (F) winter night. I'll have all three fireplaces burning.
Three of us guys now do the cooking for these events, and lucky are the invitees.
Hor's doevres: Slices of rare charcoal-grilled wild venison filet mignon and slices of rare Canada goose breast, en croute, with a dab of horseradish.
Entrees: One hunting pal is making his favorite venison curry with rice. My Louisiana-born and bred hunting buddy is making wild duck gumbo. I am making wild duck breast with dried cherry sauce, with cheese grits. Or maybe a warm duck breast salad. Can't decide.
Somebody offered to bring a big salad, and somebody else graciously offered to bring home-made desserts. I supply the beer, and everybody will bring a bottle or three of red wine.
I'll provide pretty good cigars too, for them what wants 'em. In my experience, women never complain about guys and cigars when men do the cooking and party planning. We'll have to set up a few extra tables in the living room to do this, because this ain't no palace (but not a trailer either). The persnickety Mrs. BD just hates it when a plate of gumbo or a tankard of Pinot Noir gets spilled on her furniture.
Defiance is the only proper response to midwinter.
Assistant Village Idiot
Ok, here is an item you might find worthy of conversation while indulging your luxuries! Take a look at this new bill that has just been put forward in the WA state legislature. Hope this does not cause any indigestion:
If I were invited I would bring two big beautiful apple pies!
Have you ever considered roasting the entire saddle of venison, or perhaps half of it, with the ribs left in? My wife tried it with a doe I shot last year, a buck's saddle might be too big, and it was amazing. Best ever. Hope you enjoy your dinner.
re: 'born and bred' I've heard it in the horse industry, to emphasize what state a horse is from. In Thoroughbreds 'New York bred' would only mean foaled in that state, they may not have been bred there (weird, I know). 'Born and bred' clears that up. The horse, or person, is genetically and culturally a native of the location.
just a guess