Yesterday, Au Pair, Small girl and I went to our closest livestock market to buy birds for the freezer. Before now, Husband has always bid on what we want, so I haven't needed to pay too much attention, but yesterday he was working, so off we went, ikea bag in hand.
I love the market- full of older country types, I stand out like the proverbial sore thumb in my colourful hat and scarf, carrying my ikea bag, but I still love it. I love how people think I am the eccentric one, when they are dressed head to toe in tweed with flat caps on in the 21st century.
Anyway, to cut a very long story short (I have had a glass or 3 of wine tonight) I bought 10 pheasants, 4 partridges and 3 cockerels, which I then brought home an prepared. 2 pheasants went into a red wine and tomato casserole, and one cockerel was eaten for dinner tonight when Husband's aunt and uncle came over.
The smell of game, after processing that lot is going to make me feel slightly ill for a long time. Shame, as I now have a freezer full of the stuff...
