A Fowl Tale I live over the road from a lovely, old-fashioned English butcher. The men know me by name but call me Madam, and routinely inquire after “Sir”, my husband Tom. Utterly charming. Inside this butcher is a display that would delight any carnivore. Proper Tomahawk steaks, full ribs of beef, sliced to order,Continue reading “That Time I Roasted a Pheasant”
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