Drowning

Sometimes I feel like I am drowning in venison. Not only do we have a large box in our freezer full of venison from this past fall, we also have a slightly smaller box in our freezer full of venison from the previous fall.

Half of my freezer is venison.

And I don't like venison. I really wish I did, but I just don't.

I eat it because it is there and I would feel guilty letting it go to waste, not to mention wasting all the money and time put into killing the deer and processing the meat. But I use it sparingly and I'm not keeping up with the incoming meat.

Seth likes it, but I don't think he would be thrilled with me making him eat venison egg bake for breakfast, venison lasagna for lunch and venison hot-dish for supper every day for the next 6 months, which is about how long it would take one person to finish it all off.

Sometimes when November rolls around, I am tempted to pray that no one in Seth's family will get a deer. I say tempted because I would never actually do that. I love them too much. I will admit, though, that I don't pray for them to get anything, either - only for their safety. And that's as far as I'll go, boys. Sorry.

But in the end, I guess it doesn't really bother me to be drowning in unappetizing, inescapable meat. For one, so much of the world has such a small quantity and variety of food that I should be happy to have food at all. And if that's the price I have to pay for a happy husband who loves me as much as Seth does, I will do so with a smile on my face.

Even if it looks more like a grimace while I choke down yet another bite of venison.


By the way, if anyone wants some venison......