Saturday, April 21, 2012
I think I've mentioned this before on this blog, but I didn't really grow up eating beef. The main source of red meat in our house was venison, from my dad's frequent hunting trips with his best friend "Give me some nose" Greg. Every fall, shortly after the school year started, our front yard would suddenly sprout a foam target and evenings would often see my dad standing in the driveway target practicing with his bow and arrows. He's a pretty good shot. What this meant for our family, though, was that we rarely were without good, fresh hormone-free, free-range venison; the original organic red meat. Maybe this is partly why I connect so well with Katniss Everdeen of the Hunger Games trilogy?