If you kill it, clean it and cook it, I will come.
I went to a "Hunter's Dinner" on saturday night.
It was seven courses, as follows:
Pan seared Grouper with curry sauce salsify and Jerusalem artichokes.
Sauteed frogs' legs with oyster mushrooms.
Smoked Pheasant salad with arugula and melon radish; lingonberry vinaigrette.
Ragu of Rabbit.
Grilled Wild Boar Sausage with onion and fennel confit.
Bison rib-eye with Enoki mushroom; poivrade sauce.
Elk stew and celery root slaw.
Each course was served with a different wine; four whites, three reds. It was a tasting menu, basically; and a good thing, it was still a lot of food.
I tried to do like my friend Claudia over at "cook, eat, Fret" (http://www.cookeatfret.com) and take photos of all of the dishes; I failed miserably--well, not really miserably, I was quite happy to be derelict in that regard. I do have a few photos, they are in bass/ackwards order. The puff pastry encloses Elk Stew. The second photo is Ragu of Rabbit. The third is Smoked Pheasant Salad and the last is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY better than chicken.
This evenings dinner was simpler fare. I made a nice stew with some top round, onions, carrots, celery, garlic (lots of garlic), diced tomato, some more garlic, black beans, corn, peas and acorn squash. Had that with some delicious Two Buck Chuck Chardonnay and the dinner movie is "Eat, Drink, Man, Woman". Now if only I had someone to rub my temples, peel me some grapes and give me an epidural cortisone shot for my sciatica I would be ever so happiery. Still, life's been good to me, so far.