And then I realized he meant me! Oh boy. Now, I had begun experimenting with different foods when we got married three months before, both at the age of 40, deer included. But the heart? This was going to be hard to swallow, literally!
But he was right. Why not? Wasn’t I always saying we should take personal responsibility for the food we eat, that we shouldn’t waste anything? Here was a protein and vitamin-rich food and I could think of no good reason not to eat it. “It’s gross!” just wouldn’t cut it.
So the next night I stood at that same sink, scrubbing the insides of this heavy dark red organ, a disgusted half-wrinkle stuck on my nose. I cleaned its chambers, stuffed it with dressing, seasoned it, wrapped it in bacon, and gradually sensed a moment of permanent personal change come over me.
This girl who once lived in the middle of a town of 1 million people in a dinky apartment relying on mass-transit, who’d gone through a vegetarian stage and an organic stage and a not-tested-on-animals stage was in her house – on the very edge of a town of fewer than 1,000 – baking a day-old deer heart. TO EAT!
And it seemed right. It seemed natural and elemental and personal, as food should be. To my utter amazement it tasted fantastic, so the next time he got a deer, preparing and baking the heart didn’t faze me one bit.
It is my goal for Burbs to the Boonies to be about many things: the transition from city life to country life, parenting a special needs child in a small town, learning to garden and hunt and gather, living off the land, building relationships in a close-knit community, overcoming anxieties, getting back to the basics of life, cooking for food allergies, working in a family business, the power of prayer and gratitude, and many other things. But the passion behind it is focused on those moments of change, when experience and knowledge and revelation come together to forever alter who you are. It seems as though I’ve had more than my fair share of those moments. I’d love to share what I’ve learned as well as the things I continue to learn every day in this new life.
Thank you for being here. I'll leave this post with a couple of photos of our life. One of my son and I at a corn maze in October, one of my son's ride on a generous farmer's combine during harvest this year and sleeping with his teddy bear in the basement during a night of tornadoes in April.