I did have a much better day today then yesterday .. or was it the day before? Idont know. I did get to go to starbucks as one of my patients needed a ride to get some meds and this worked out as a friend who went hunting had some goodies for me, and what goodies they were. Three small blue spruce grouse comly known as fool hens and a pheasent. Lower in the bag six one pound rainbows and the greater prize of three large homemade deer sausage each six inch long vacume sealed ready to thaw and enjoy later. I am definitly one of his patients for sure.
We sat there the three of us as i waited for my friend to finish sipping coffee and being the center of attention to at leaste five other in the proximity as we devulged our secret recipites for cooking fine food such as we all now had to deal with compliments of the great outdoor breadbasket.
As i discribed the last camp fire grill of grouse brest marinaded as it cooked with liberal aplications of butter and garlic picked the proof of others listen was evidentry to the drools in direct relationship to how much they could hear of our conversation. Even the idea of putting a whole can of cream corn over the coals to warm and the baking of potatoes brought back the memories of forgetting to poke them first and have them explode made smiles come to many arround us. I could have sold napkins by the dozen but took pleasure to see the wet shirts of those that eavedropped on our words. When the add of herbs came to the ponder and coffee still warming my brain i suggested the add of coffee to the roast stews and thrown back a bit to this idea explained the origin of coffee to them.
From lemon rhines to local mushroom picks to add by the time we were finished you could have wrote a book on the little preasures of life available.
Going home with my bounty I looked in the yard for mushrooms and found them. These LBMs fresh got chopped up ready to fast fry and i sliced the two brests up in thin slices and soaked them in a dish of shallot, mint and olive oil with a an ounze of Bailies Irish Cream.
The blackened cast iron fry pan was taken from it place on the wall, wiped with an oiled cloth and set ready on the stove. Then a pot for veggies was readied and it one inch of water set to boil under the steam tray of mixed green string beans, and carrots.
Turning on the fry pan i further set the oven to two hundred for the fresh bread rolls to be heated up. Then, with teh oil in the pan sizzeling and popping at about three hundred ladled the brests in for a stirring routine and add of my secret ingrediments. Thus near done quite quickly I added the mushrooms bits and after a minute of stir covered and turned the heat off.
by this time the water was boiling and steaming my vedgies and bunnies in the oven were smeklling like fresh bread. I set the table with attention to what wine i would be having and decided on some homemade blackberry would suit the occasion and opened mycelter with pride.
This taking just long enough for the vedgies to boil over I turned them off as i did the oven .. cheating there to wolf down a bun after a slab of butter was wiped in it middle. A final stir of the mame dish raised the aroma to un bearable limit and i ladled it all on the plate then vedgies and buns, poured a second glass of wine and started to eat...
I do not remember anything after that but varied musical sounds of a Sitar in nature, animal howls that could have been my wolf somewhere wanting to go out or in and strange visual effect simular to looking at alternative altra violet pictures and composites with night visions.
My friend hearing this in the AM of today went and picked his own mushrooms with great laughter to my puzzelment and non remember of what it all tasted like. I will of course do the feast again tonight as i have two more of those to try out.
kind regards grayham
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