 I am an East Coast expatriate hiding out in the Midwest... I am an urban gal living in the suburbs and occasionally hiding in the country I am a yoga practitioner, fitness enthusiast, believer in the mind-body-spirit connection... I am a mid-life "revert" to the Roman Catholic faith in which I was raised and which has become an enormous source of support, encouragement, inspiration, and joy in my life... I am a mom, sister, daughter, and wife... I am an explorer; adventurous and curious about the world and people around me... I am educated in the formal sense but I gain insight through everyday living... I created this blog at a time of great fear and apprehension in my life. I chose to sustain it because of the discoveries about myself and the world around me that it has revealed. What you can expect to find here: the documentation of a love-hate relationship with the greater Philadelphia area
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Monday, December 20, 2004
I am now heavy-hearted after learning that one of our prized Christmas traditions will not be around this year.
My uncle, the avid Pennsylvania hunter (and gourmet cook), was not able to bag any deer last week on his hunting trip. That means no Christmas Venison tenderloin. Whaaaaaa!
Instead, we will be served the beef tenderloin that my dad makes; god bless my parents, because they buy only the finest cuts of meat, marinate them to perfection...
...and then charbroil them on their gas grill until they resemble shoe leather. Well, maybe not THAT bad but to me, they overcook it.
Its funny - I used to view hunting as "mean" until I tasted my uncle's delicious game dishes. It truly is "organic" meat, fed pure wild grasses, grains, etc. And since he not only kills, but also expertly butchers AND cooks the meats from his hunts, I think its the perfect "cycle of life" example. I still find hunting just for an animal head to be dumb, in that its wasteful. But, man, I think I have never tasted anything as wonderful as that fresh venison, cooked almost like a beef brisket, with raisins, currants, various spices...it literally melts in your mouth and has no funny aftertaste.
Dang, and we were going to bring an extra cooler to cart home some frozen deer meat for our little family.
Posted at 02:41 pm by brandy101
 | | | FreudianSlip
December 22, 2004 01:36 PM PST
Ok.. Thats just wrong. I say its wrong, how can someone eat something that looks so much like a reindeer at Christmas Time!??
She said.. Venison!
* runs away wailing EWWWW! EW EWW EWWWWW!* | |
| | | brandy101
December 22, 2004 10:11 AM PST
I definately think its the prep and cooking method my uncle uses. He has experimented over the years and come up with this incredible combo of spices and other ingredients. Plus, he uses the tenderloin (i.e. - the filet - most tender part) for the Christmas dish.
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| | | Giggles
December 22, 2004 08:27 AM PST
Ick....I tried venison when I was a teenager and a friend invited me over for dinner. I really didn't care for the taste of it at all. Not to mention...I couldn't get Bambi's face out of my head. lol
But, I am sorry that your tradition won't be played out this year. It's funny how we get so attached to them, isn't it? They just make everything seem "right". | |
| | | brandy101
December 21, 2004 03:03 PM PST
wow - how is bear? Uncle goes bear hunting but hasn't gotten one yet and my Aunt told him NOT to bring any remnants of one of those hunts home! ;)
I don't care for Pheasant much; its quite dry (no fat).
Rabbit is quite good from what I've heard; my sister's mother-in-law is from France and she cooks rabbit for special occasions.
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| | | Dreama
December 20, 2004 10:13 PM PST
oh my gosh, I do love venison. My 2nd H was a hunter. We had venison, bear, rabbit. There's just something about fresh game esp venison. A savory, sweetish flavor and just like you said, melts in your mouth. I think store-bought meats lose something along the way with all that processing and preserving. Oh & venison jerky, yummm. | |
| | | mrs. diamond
December 20, 2004 10:01 PM PST
My husband got a deer this year. I'd give it to ya....lol. I don't care much for it. | |
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