Not that kind of sausage fest…. a Meat Party!!
My husband and I don’t hunt, although almost everyone we know does. We’re the farmers =-) Saturday was a friend of ours 40th birthday. Every year he has a “Meat Party”. Everyone rings a non-traditional meat to be shared. There was a huge variety of cuts and different species. Lamb, pork, beef, venison, pheasant, quail, duck, turkey, chicken, sausages, alligator….
Then, just when I thought I was going to fall into a protein coma, my neighbor has a lamb roast the next day! I have never liked lamb, but the crunchy outside was to die for. We all gathered around the meat on the table and ate it like a pack of wild hyenas. No plates, forks or napkins. Just a lot of grunting, sleeve wiping and lip smacking.
Nom, nom, nom…
Grunt, slurp, grrrr, stay away from my meat!!
© Ilex – Midwestern Plant Girl