A couple of weeks ago, when I was digging in my freezer, I found a forgotten bag full of venison that youngest son David had given me. The meat was vacuum sealed so it was all good.
It didn't start out well. I had promised Duane a venison roast dinner, but when I opened the package of meat I found I had thawed out chops instead. Undeterred, I soldiered on, browning the chops and putting them into the crock pot with salt, pepper, onion, a little garlic and a sprinkling of sage. They simmered all day until they were falling apart tender.
Later in the day I scrubbed half a dozen potatoes and cut them into wedges. Then I peeled some carrots and cut them into about 3-inch chunks. I tossed the whole works in a little olive oil, spread them out on a cookie sheet, sprinkled them with salt, pepper and some parsley flakes and baked them until they were nicely browned and tender.
Deciding to go all out, I dug into my pantry and came up with a yellow cake mix and a can of crushed pineapple. I stirred up the cake, drained the pineapple and mixed it into the batter and baked it. I used the pineapple juice to flavor the buttercream frosting.
Duane says I done good. He says when you make your living as a cook, it is a treat to eat someone else's cooking. And I had fun fixing a meal for someone besides myself.
Guess I will have to retract my previous post. :)
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