Honkers the size of row boats on Platte this morning have me thinking of eating a slow roasted goose or the deep fried version that is all the rage w/ turkeys these days. Don't tell anyone, but I have never cooked a goose, not yours or mine. Nor have I eaten one. They graze like cattle in the grainfields of Canada and get down here via airmail ready to shoot and eat. You must do some plucking, quite a bit, which I have done. It's a long story well actually kind of short, but two geese ended up in the chest freezer alongside dear little Raindrop,the French Poodle, and we didn't eat Raindrop either. I wasn't into extreme eating in those days, nor am I now. Johnny(son) and I had shot them and our big golden retriever Chance had retrieved them when they were less than half dead. Each goose fought him, but he got them in, the only retrieving he had ever done. He was 10 yrs old in human years and he was magnificent.
Anyways, the geese and the dog went with the house when we sold it. The new owners found this out later, I think.
Every recipe has a story. I've got the story, I may have the geese(not telling), and now I need the recipe. If you send me one you will be part of that story. Thanks. Ducks are something else - my favorite game food, but I'll get to them another time.
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