285/365 Mary Ellen
stoutly refuses to attend the fire hall’s annual wild game supper, says she can’t even stand the smell of it. She sends her family, then relishes the time alone. I love this fall ritual, but it shocks my aging body. Still, venison meat loaf . . .
posted by Indigo Bunting at 12:17 PM
10 Comments:
Wonderful event! Wonderful Post! Game stew, game steaks, game sausage, game meatloaf, YUM YUM YUM! Even Game cream pies!
PS - The Tinmouth Game Supper is this Saturday!
PSS - Rupert's is also this Saturday
BK: You're a diehard! I can only handle one per year. But it is cool.
I went to the Rupert one a few years ago. What a delight! The quintessential Vermont experience.
Hey—was I with you that night? I only went to Rupert once...
I think I'm with Mary Ellen on this one...
GROSS!!!!
This would make me become a vegeterian again.
Yup, IB, we went together. In fact, you took me. If I recall correctly, we missed the one in Pawlet by a week or two, so we went down the road to Rupert's.
And Otter, there's nothing gross about eating bear and elk and venison and rabbit and maybe even...otter, all prepared cunningly in different sauces and stews and consumed in a convivial communal atmosphere!
That would be cannibalism.
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