My grandpa would step out the back porch and shoot a wild turkey for Thanksgiving and Christmas every year. I hated the smell of damp steamy feathers being plucked but it sure did smell good the next day in the roasting pan.
We also raised cattle so we always had a freezer full of beef. I was grown and my own, and nervous, when I first had to buy beef at the store.
Oh my, milk fresh from the cow with all the cream. Heaven.
Driving in this morning, I took the back road to scout out the easiest access to prickly pear fruit. It’s jelly making time. Put a bow on the jars and no need for Christmas shopping.
Other people have to make it! :)