Telephoned Athelstone this morning to check on progress with butchering one of the residents on the Estate. I was indeed shocked to learn that The Gamekeeper had suffered some sort of injury to his heel and hadn't been "out" at all i.e with a high powered rifle. Thus it could well have been the Achilles heel of this year's Roasted Beast Event. Just a lot of beer and nothing to eat except lettuce, still a meal in itself, you might say, but not quite the same visual and olfactory spectacular.
Luckily A. has managed to wangle one from a game dealer; I am to collect it tomorrow,
"You don't want the head on?"
"That's right, and no lower legs."
The antlers could get tangled up in the spit driving mechanism and there would be nowhere to put the legs anyway.
The idea is to marinade it in the trailer with red wine and olive oil for a day.
I might add that the trailer will be lined with a brand new plastic tarpaulin otherwise additional flavours such as soot and cement could be expected.
But why marinade? Well how do you like your Venison? Like leather or like cardboard?...
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