Gravy and potatoes in a good brown pot.

Brody loves Sunday dinner

Sunday is the perfect day. Church, a good nap, and homemade rolls browning in the oven. And it was even better today because we ate venison fresh from the forest, local potatoes sold from the back of an old Chevy at the corner of Cash and West Washington, potato flax buns with a choice of raw honey or grandma's tart peach preserves from last summer, and caramel dipped honeycrisp apples for dessert. I wish I could add up all the hours of hunting and gardening and beekeeping and baking that went into this one little family dinner. The slow cooking revolution is alive at our kitchen table.

Hunting season has officially beGUN
(Chloe came up with the pun)