Vince was never a hunter before moving here and he wants to be a real Texas guy so he hunts . . even if it is from the front porch. Maybe this year he’ll venture out a little farther from home and walk 20 yards or so to the deer blind. The problem is . . having not ever had much venison, he isn’t crazy about it. I had eaten it for years (before Vince) and Chad hunted so I often fixed it but Vince would take a bite or two and say he didn’t like it. It’s pretty much all in what you’re used to. I do remember the first time I ate venison and I had a real hard time getting it to go down. I got my hunting license and it’s dove season now and I keep begging Vince to take me out dove hunting . . guess I’m going to have to do it from the front porch . . but all he ever says is “Dove is dark meat!” I already know how I’m going to cook it and I know he’ll love it but until he goes out hunting with me, I can’t prove it to him.
Poor Vince . . he’s gotten so apprehensive about what I’m serving him. If it’s obviously not chicken or fish, he’ll ask what it is and I tell him beef and he says “Are you sure?” The first time I fixed buffalo, he began by taking real small bites but he liked that a lot. He tells me that venison tastes like liver and I just don’t see that at all.
So . . tonight we were having venison. He said “What are we having for dinner?” and I told him venison. I could see the wheels turning . . maybe he needed to make a Wal-Mart run and grab a burger on the way!
Venison roast, gravy, rice, okra, cabbage, eggplant salad and focaccia. He tasted the meat and he said “Are you sure this is venison?” I took that as a compliment. Either he’s getting used to it or I did a very good job of disguising it because he liked it a lot.
Now . . if I can just get him to take me dove hunting!