October 19, 2008 - I'll admit it. It wasn't easy for me to eat a dead squirrel. Obviously we don't currently live in a culture where this is a common choice of dinner meat - but according to my mother and my google search, it is something that people actually eat. Lucky for me, Joe gave me plenty of fair warning - I had a good two days to prepare for this meal and when the time arrived, I was mostly ready. I had determined that in Canada, squirrel eating is actually all the rage, and I had been reminded by my mother that I actually throughly enjoy eating eel - something that doesn't exactly sit well when you think too hard about it. I sat down, took a few gulps of wine to get in the mood, and took my first bite of squirrel. It wasn't too bad. Honestly, if I hadn't been told it was squirrel, I probably would have slurped it down readily. Because of my acute awareness of what I was eating, it was what I would call a lingering meal - but I ate it and I'm proud to say so.
For those who are intrigued rather than disgusted and would like to try some squirrel stew at home, it was apparently quite simple. You just shoot a squirrel (or two or three, since there's not much meat on one), and then skin and gut it. Then Joe just put the whole thing in the crockpot with some water and cooked it for a while til the meat would pull off easily. This is the point at which I entered the room, of course, and this is what I saw -

Then he pulled all the meat off, put it in the crockpot with onions, garlic, potatoes, barley, some beans, and kale. And there's dinner! Very inexpensive, I might add. :) Here's the finished product -

Squirrel isn't the only thing Joe's been hunting though. He also got a wild turkey the other day. He cut it up into pieces, rather than keeping it whole, and then he just cooked it with onions and potatoes. That was pretty darn tasty.

I believe there is also a rabbit in the freezer. I haven't had the pleasure of eating that yet, but I'm sure that on some cold winter night I'll come home to roasted rabbit or something similar.
Here's Joe in his hunting gear... wait - where'd he go? I can't see him...

All in all, this whole wild game thing is definitely an adjustment for me. For one, I've all but become a vegetarian over the last year, what with all the vegetables we have on hand. So eating a lot of meat at all is something that I'll have to ease into. Plus there are those irrational, yet still real aversions that I have with eating certain animals. But I'm determined to get over that. Food is food, and local, free ranging food is something I believe in. So I will get over whatever issues I have with it and grow accustomed to eating the meats that are available to us in our natural surroundings. Add the meat to our vegetables and eggs and we're getting darn close to being able to provide ourselves with all of our food needs, which is pretty cool.
Speaking of eggs, I took this picture of our collected eggs the other day -

The chickens are starting to slow down a bit due to fewer hours of sunlight. We have to make a decision about whether or not we will supplement their light in order to keep production at a certain level. They say that if you let them naturally slow down during the winter months, then they will have more years of production. We'll probably come up with some sort of middle ground.
We've also been presented with an opportunity to bring a goat into our family. My sister used to have goats and one of hers that she gave away is now pregnant and looking for a home - meaning once she has her baby we would have a milking goat. VERY tempting. We have decided to think on it and do some research over the next few days, and then make a decision.
Of course it doesn't help that we just spent the weekend at the Sheep & Wool Festival, which reaffirmed all our desires for a homestead - complete with sheep, goats, cows, chickens, gardens, etc. It was a great festival. John has a stand there where we sell apples, cider, and donuts. Here's John and I working-

And here's Joe sporting his new wool scarf, his cup of hot cider, and his vendor bracelet that he's very proud of acquiring.

The last thing I have to report is that I think tonight is the last night of our summer garden. We had a frost last night and I think we're going to have an even harder freeze tonight. Two days ago I went over to the garden and harvested a whole bunch of stuff. I cut celery and basil, picked beans and tomatoes, and gathered up the last of the ground cherries. We celebrated the end of the summer garden with a summer meal of pasta with fresh tomatoes, basil, garlic, and mozzarella. Here's me preparing it, with our bouquet of basil and bowl of tomatoes in the background -

We are certainly sad to have picked our last tomatoes and basil, but it's okay because we are well stocked for the winter with sauces and pesto. And I know that whether we like it or not, next summer will be here before we know it, and the joy of eating our first tomato of the next season will be worth the wait.