Disclaimer: If you don’t like the idea of butchering deer, don’t read this post.
Boris and Rachael had the troops over to Bowen Island for holiday cheer and frozen deer. The deer was a bit of an afterthought, as in, the deer froze because it was small and the weather was unforgiving; we ate the deer because James knows how to butcher deer and we know how to eat it.
Bowen Island under snow.
No sailing today.
WTF say the wildlife.
On the path home.
Frozen lagoon.
A team of techies managed to get the old Super 8 player going so we could watch Boris run around in nappies with dead chickens.
A window sill of libations.
The eating of meat.
Venison loin steaks cut very small and served with sweet potato chips and garlic mayo. (Ok, I can’t tell you any more or I’ll have to go be alone.)
Butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker. Actually, it was more like rub-a-dub-dub, the deer’s in the tub, bits of it all in easy to cook pieces.
Homemade chips.
Ok, I know you want to see the deer. Front legs. Braised.
Vegetarian friends: here are the artichokes. Amazing.
The love seat seats 3, even with full bellies. This is a good house.
Because you need to see how the deer came down from the hill.
Thank you Rachael and Boris.
