My sister in law made stew with it on Monday.
And Rosemary ate it. Happily.
But one thing concerns me: she called the meat "chicken."
Let that process for a minute.
Elk is reminiscent of beef or lamb in texture, definitely closer to beef or bison in flavor. Lean. And absolutely nothing poultry like at all.
But she ate it. Happily.
Maybe watching Master Chef Junior was a good thing after all, even if she did get upset that Dara didn't win. "At least the kid with my last name for his first name won! But he can't soft boil eggs, Mommie."
I'm so excited she has a reinvigorated interest in cooking. And when we move, I'm going to let her make dinner once a week. It may be PB&J but she can still own it. And that is only a small part of being a good cook.
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