Jesus Freaks and Steeler's Fans

Every time I have a conversation with someone about having lived in Las Vegas, I always get asked "What did you do in Vegas?" to which my usual quick witted reply is "I was a pole dancer."  Those who have seen me, get the joke right away and laugh nervously because it would be funny to see a 350 lb guy shakin' his..well...everything, 'cus at 350, everything shakes...and then they get a little nervous because of the visual they just had.  (BAD BRAIN!!!!)  Then I drop the Bomb.

My wife and I found Jesus in Vegas.  Yup, no joke.  The nastiest cistern of filth in the United States...one of the places on earth KNOWN for it's less-than-holy set of virtues and values has a very bright and shining star.  We first attended Central Christian Church on Easter in 2005 and I immediately felt as though we were finally "home."  Not HOME as in with family, the place you grew up, but like my SOUL was home.  

Over the next couple years we grew to really love this church and what it did for our relationship with Jesus.  Amanda was baptized there and I have fond memories of the Central Family.  Upon moving back to Pittsburgh in December 2008, we immediately set forth to find a church to fill the empty shoes left by Central.  It turns out, those were VERY hard shoes to fill.  We tried many churches in the area, and none of them felt...well...right.  Then one day, Amanda and I were seeing a relationship therapist/counselor to re-learn how to talk to one another, and our rugrats were with a friend of ours in Mars.  She had taken the kids to Mickey Dee's for lunch and we had a few minutes before they were to return so decided to go check out a "flea market" at a little church just back up the road.  We looked at the knickknacks and spoke to a few people in there for a few minutes.  

Turns out that one of the guys I was talking to happened to be the Pastor at this little church.  I had just got done telling this not so tall guy with a shaved head and well defined beard that as a pastor (talking about the pastor at our last church) you should not be afraid of pissing off the congregation.  If you always clean up the message to the church on Sunday, you are doing a huge disservice to the church.  Turns out, this is JUST the conversation Pastor Dan needed and he kinda felt like we were angels sent to help him get over himself for the sermon that following weekend.  We attended - not thinking we would like such a small church - I mean come on...Central is HUGE.  Central had 9 Christmas services the year we left, each near capacity of 3200 a shot.  YOU do the math.  Christian Community Church of Mars is barely 250 strong.  But they have heart...and they are all genuine, and they care about one another. 

We were immediately invited to join a small group - something we struggled with in Vegas - and I really like what God is doing in our lives.  Our small group is awesome and it's not really small anymore but it's not unmanageable either.  Last night marked our 5th(?) meeting with Dave Gilson leading the small group through many relevant chapters in the Bible.  It also marked the Division Championship win of the Pittsburgh Steelers.  Small group last night was less about the Bible, and more about Football but in the end it all relates.  

God expected much from Jeremiah, and tested him often.  The ever present message when reading about Jeremiah is that we should  be obedient, and waver not from the plan.  Amanda and I have been battling with this lately and jumped back in with both feet.  

At many times during the game, we witnessed many players praying.  We saw alot of pain and struggle and we saw one team find victory over another.  One team - one way of playing the game - one method of making decisions came out on top.  At the end of the game last nite Big Ben stated in his post game interview "We had a game plan and we stuck with it" but he started with "the Lord is Good..."

Yes He is.

GO GOD!  and GO STEELERS!

Sexting?

so the news comes on right after American Idiot I mean Idol.  This show is a train wreck...why do I watch it?  Maybe it's my morbid sense of humor to watch humanity degrade itself for the sole purpose of having 10 minutes of fame and glory, and to hold on to that dream.  Some of these people actually believe they have a chance, and they walk to Simon and Dawg and team (who's the new chick, and what happens with a tie?) so proud and full of confidence...

And then they sing.  Dear Lord, they sing.  The belt out show tunes from years passed and stereotypical melodical monologues only to call in a goose or three.  And then they have the odacity to get MAD when they are denied their glory?  They go down in a ball of flames as they yell at the camera guy, sobbing and whining, mad at the world.  Only to find out that Simon and team kept the chick in the bikini because Simon could not stop drooling.  

Then the news comes on.  6 kids in Greensburg PA got in trouble for sending cell phone text messages with pictures of themselves..or their PARTS to each other.  The news reporter called it "sexting", a curious play on the word "texting."  Seriously, what the hell is this place/world  coming to?  Idol is evil.  I never would have thought that something so hope driven and healthily competitive would be brought down to the point that some chick flashing her sweater puppies would get a fair shot along with the girl that could actually sing.  And 6 young teens feel the need to play show and tell with each other using their cell phones.  It's disgusting.  

My kids will learn to hate me someday.  I only pray that I have the strength to get through those years.  I've read and been told that raising teens is like nailing jell-o to a tree.  My boys have the wonderful priviledge of having a very tech savvy dad, they will NOT do something on the computer/internet that I won't know about.  They have the pleasure of having a dad that got into plenty of trouble, and was smart enough to avoid the trouble the rest of the time.  I lied my way out of most times I got caught, and as the saying goes, you can't fib a fibber.  They are SCREWED.  Whatever they can do, I probably did it.  I won't be a helicopter dad though.   I subcribe to the theory that everyone needs JUST enough rope...not too much but just enough, to hang themselves.  They will not have the freedom of being able to text message and send images.  They will do as I do, take the pic, and download it to the computer.  On that note, I really endorse Sony Ericsson phones on the AT&T network, as they seem to be the only ones that don't neuter the functionality of the Bluetooth on the phone.  I can use my W580i as a remote control for the computer for crying out loud...this may come in very handy when I get the S-video and audio extension cable so I can play web content on my TV in the den.  My birthday is coming...

Back to the kids...the only option we all have as a country and parents is to get God back in the picture.  Amanda and I have been letting Jesus lead our lives since Easter of 2004 and we have not turned back.  We occasionally need a nudge from Him, but for the most part His influence has greatly shaped our lives and choices.  Every day we learn from Him and we both hope to be walking in His steps for the rest of our lives and then some.  

I think we need to ban Idol.  I think we need to ban cell phones for kids.  What 14 year old kid needs a cell phone?  I think we need to have uniforms in public schools.  I only wish we could afford to send both our boys to private Christian school, but aside from that we'll do our absolute best to keep God front and center in all our lives.  And finally, we won't lose sight of the small things.  

I read yesterday about a boy who was believed to have had a stroke, only to be released and returned...to be diagnosed with a tumor and given only days to live.  He's five years old.  So is Nick.  Nick called me today to tell me he knew his phone number...God I love my boys.     

I recently found out that my good friend in high school has a boy with autism.  At first, my heart sank for John, and I felt bad.  But after reading his blog, I was reminded of John's sense of humor, how good and fair his parents were, and just how big all their hearts were.  I've lost touch with John over the years...the last time I saw him he was shaking a hangover in Lincoln Nebraska where he was attending college.  We had lunch at denny's or perkins and have barely spoken since.   John's sense of humor and his strength will carry him through the difficult times ahead with his son William, and he has been given a wonderful gift to be able to bridge the gap between our world and how his son sees things.  I'm happy for John, he has found a woman who at least in part seems his equal in strength and vision.  They also believe.  Here's a prayer to John and family for continued strength and joy through all times with their kids.  Maybe we can have lunch again some time.  

I wonder what an autistic boy would take pictures of with a cell phone?  I've seen my son's artistic eye with a camera and no subject is avoidable.  I have pictues of a single chunk of dog food.  I have lots of pics of mommy, a couple of daddy, a couple of daddy's hunting boots, JayJay the Jet Dog, and countless random shots of things around the house.  I'm curiously reminded of the time when I got my first camera at graduation.  It was a Pentax K1000 with a couple lenses.  I taught myself photography (and fly tying and fly fishing and other things)  from various library books and my only artistic leash was the cost of film and developing.  Mom didn't understand what bracketing (thank you Greg Hartel!) was, and she lightly ribbed me for having 20 shots of the same thing.  My, oh my, how digital has changed all that.  Nickolas can take THOUSANDS of shots and our largest expense is some rechargeable AA batteries.  

Maybe what this world really needs is to go back to being able to see thru the eyes of a child.  Oh, and a few more black grandmas.  I can't imagine some of the things going on in the oval office going they way they do if a black grandma was watching over things.   I'm out.  Here's to seeing thru the eyes of a child.  

Frugality and Frivolity

Many years of experience have jaded me.  For the longest time I thought those really fine things, the memorable things, the enjoyable things came at a price higher than most.  The past 12 hours have put a huge hole in that theory.  

My wife and I (and the kids) have been trying to lead a healthier lifestyle.  At the same time, we've noted that it's much more difficult (at least on the surface) to be frugal at the same time.  It seems many of the healthier choices are far from frugal - downright rediculous if you ask me.  How is it that "natural" peanut butter (ground peanuts) is more than the processed goo that is half sugar?  DO peanuts cost more than sugar?  Then why don't we say "that guy is working for sugar?" instead?

Amanda has us hooked on a no sugar, no flour diet (well...she's hooked, I still sneak a little once in a while) and we had nachos for dinner last nite.  Yup, nachos, the healthy way, and not only was it delicious and healthier, it was CHEAPER too?  How'd that work?  I'm so glad you asked!

Venison Nacho's

Ingredients:

1 lb ground venison (or beef)

2 packets taco seasoning(low sodium if you can, or make your own)

1 can Campbells Fiesta Nacho Soup

10-12 corn tortillas (the big bag is about 4 bucks for over 50 6-7inch corn tortillas)

some cooking spray

lettuce, tomato, sour cream, salsa verde for garnish

Brown the venison in a sauce pan, and once browned add the taco spices and the soup can, along with about 1/4 cup water

cut the tortillas into 1/6th's with a pizza cutter or knife and arrange on a cookie sheet sprayed with a touch of pam, then spray the tops of the "chips" if desired.

Bake the chips @ 400 for about 8-10 minutes until they start to brown.  Remove, and serve warm with the taco meat/cheese mixture adding the condiments as desired.  

In the mood for something along the same lines, but different?  How about venison taquitos?  Same recipe, butdon't bother with the making of chips, unless you want some to snack on.  Rather, put about 2 tbls of the taco mixture on a warmed tortilla, roll, and then bake at 400 for about 12 mins - just until they start to brown.  Serve with shredded chedder or monty jack cheese, sour cream and guacamole. 

Okay, how does this fit into the original chat?  Simple - what could be nicer with a southwestern dinner than fresh chips, right?  and to be able to make them for less than 1/10th the cost of tortilla chips?  Yeah.  That's frivolous AND frugal.  

Want more?  How about Steel Cut Oats?  We all know oatmeal is good for us, but damn if I'm not sick and tired of textureless gloop in the bowl.  I just don't like quick oats anymore.  So last nite my wife and I spied a box of "steel cut oats" and I grabbed it to see if they were any different.

Yeah, they take a little longer to prepare, but the first bite was heaven in a bowl.  they are SO much better than regular oats, and they were very affordable too as hot breakfast cereals go.  Where Cream of Wheat is ~$4 a box now, the Hodgson Mill Steel Cut Oats were only $2.  I like saving money on my health.  

Got any tips of your own?  Drop me a line!

Recession Secession

Secession (derived from the Latin term secessio) is the act of withdrawing from an organization, union, or especially a political entity.

How fitting that our media is playing such a huge role in our lives these days.  It seems the faster we can communicate, the faster someone can screw up what the message was.  Every day we hear about how bad the economy is, and the media/news is chock full of gloom and doom and OMG, we will all be in bread and cheese lines by the end of the decade.  I have a different perspective than most.  I work for a large telecom - one of the largest in the United States and let me tell you something.  We are NOT in a recession.

The economic problems we see on the news are generated BY THE NEWS.  If they would get their stinking snout out of the soup for a while and let it simmer, everything will come together in short order.  I have more orders in my bucket today than I had last year at this time.  I'm actually SLAMMED, and have been for months.  Business slowed down for a couple weeks and we are now back to the races.

I hear many stories about how people are panicking and pulling retirement money out to stuff it under their mattress and all these banks closing - the bank closings are due to bad practice brought on by Govt regulation - another dick that needs removed from the soup but that's for another blog.  You want to help the economy?  Pretend we are NOT in a recession for a moment.  SPEND some money.  And send a stack of letters to long lost friends.  Stop sending emails for one month.  Print and mail every one of those damned forwards to your friends.  The postal service needs your change, and so does the paper industry.  Did you know that the USPS is faced now with consolidating routes, laying off employees and downsizing?  All because we are too damned lazy to buy stamps and mail a letter.  

Ignore the "recession" and quit letting the tail wag the dog for a while.  This pot of soup ain't done cooking yet and we still have some fat to skim from the top.  I sure hope Buck Ofama brought his waders...this pot's a little deep.  I hope he can handle it, because I can't WAIT to see what kind of stink hole America becomes if his VP becomes the incumbent.  

Lets start the Recession Secession.  Now go buy some consumables!

Lunch with Uncle Ted

Ever check your email and see an email that just really BURNS YOU?  My lovely wife saw fit to send me a link to http://www.ammunitionaccountability.com/

These left wing nuts are actually succeeding in getting legislature in front of our state politicians advocating the use of serial numbers on bullets.  The map above shows states where legislation HAS BEEN INTRODUCED.  Not only that, but they intend on imposing a tax to cover the tracking and paperwork for the implementation of this plan.  Ammunition expenses are already increasing due to the war effort and other factors but the thought

 of adding 2-5 cents PER BULLET to the cost of a box of ammo is just rediculous.  A brick of .22LR bullets - a mainstay in LEGAL recreational shooting could soon cost more in taxes than the bullets themselves.  A brick can currently be bought for around 8-15 dollars for 500 cartridges.  Add 5 cents PER ROUND to that cost, and we are now looking at an additional $25.00 in TAXES.  That same brick now costs $35 or more!

When is the radical left going to figure out that it is not guns that kill people.  it's the outlaws, the poor, the desperate that they so need in their constituency who continue to perpetrate these crimes.  The CRIMINALS.  OUTLAWS.  What makes them think that the OUTLAWS are going to abide by a law of ammunition sales and tracking?  It has worked really well with guns, huh?  Three of the most highly restricted cities to get guns have some of the highest murder rates, WITH GUNS.  New York, Washington D.C., and Los Angeles California, all leftist hotbeds, all liberal in intention and legislation, are fantastic examples of how current gun control methods and laws are NOT working.

And that's not the end.  The Libs want to track all kinds of information at the time of the sale - drivers license number, social security number, date and time of purchase, intent of use, etc.   I can't believe I'm even writing about this.  The blood pressure is just boiling right now to think that with the currently elected clown that this might actually HAPPEN?!?!  Guys and Gals, we REALLY need to get back to basics here and return America to what it was founded on.  America is NOT one big charity event.  The people that settled here worked HARD to ensure we did not have to live in tyranny again.  Yes, this great county  has endured her growing pains, but overall we have some core traits and values that must be upheld and reinstated.

WE have to get back to God.  WE MUST work with our children more.  Stop letting someone else give your kids their values...raise your own damn kids.  And if you can't, then keep your willy in it's holster or your knees together.  I've made a committment to raise my kids knowing our forefathers and where we came from.  I heard a couple months ago that many schools across the country are not teaching American History past the Civil War.  That's about as bright as providing a copy of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution in spanish to non english speaking immigrants.   

We have to put some morals back into this country and address social misfit for what it actually is.  Since when did it make sense that two homosexuals could get company benefits because of a domestic partnership clause, but a man and woman who have lived together for over 9 years cannot?  Jay, I applaud you for persuing this issue when you did, and I'm glad it worked out...but it still disheartens me to know that there had to be a fight for this. 

I'm sick of having someones cause jammed down my throat at every turn.  I'm reminded of a luncheon i had at a previous employer...I ended up writing to the company president about it on an anonymous company forum - a forum which all employees can see.

Dear ---, I've been sitting on this for some time and really don't want to be singled out for taking this to HR, so I thought I'd try this forum.  My first reaction to our multi-cultural fair was "Wow, what a great display of the spirit of learning and desire to absorb bits and pieces of our wonderful array of diverse ethnicity."  I proceeded to get a plate of the usual picnic foods and topped it all off with many of the items prepared by the volunteer staff.  The food looked wonderful...I could not wait to grab a seat and chow down.  As I got situated at the table I saw it.  Much like a new father with a stinky diaper, I picked up the flyer entitled "10 great sex tips for gay men" only to be confronted with images of very intimate interaction as I thumbed through it with morbid curiosity.

Leo, this type of thing either needs not show up at a CULTURAL event, or the organizers that saw fit to call it a cultural event should have called it a diversity event.  I know what DIVERSITY is, and it should not be confused with CULTURE.  Additionally, if literature like this is to be distributed at a company sponsored event, then other "alternative lifestyles" and some "none-alternative lifestyles" should be equally represented.  I'm sure there are people among our family who endulge and participate in a variety of activies like beastiality, bondage, S&M, scat games, water sports, etc. who were equally abhorred in light of the fact that their particular lifestyle of choice was not given the lime-light this time around.  We could even have demonstrations and possibly recruitments for that matter.  Many of us have never even heard of or know about some of these things and who are we to shelter our COMPANY NAME brothers and sisters from this knowledge?  We could have even used pamphlets full of sex tips for straight folks too.  My wives (yes, plural) would have been MOST delighted with that, and let us not forget the 10 great sex tips for bi-and bi-curious women.  Surely that would make for good reading material while in/on the head/john.  Why not bring religion into the picture?  Some pamphlets from some of the local churches, synagogues, temples, monastaries, etc. could have found a home on the table right next to the Gay Sex Tips pamphlets, and I hear some of the local Catholic churches make some stellar pierogies that they could have brought to our luncheon.

I'm really sorry to get so graphic, but to be honest, pamphlets like this are a hard thing to swallow while enjoying a good charred weiner in a soft warm bun.  Furthermore, I recognize and even embrace Company Name's willingness to accept other lifestyles.  It's just that recently it seems to me that we have gone a little further than accepting...straight to promoting. 

Which brings me to the title of todays Blog.  I just added "Lunch with Uncle Ted" to my bucket list.  I'm thinking he and I share at least a couple views.  Here's to one of the most written in people in the past 4 elections. Nuge for Prez.

With trial and strife comes peace and happiness.

Someone once told me that happiness is "backstraps in butter." I was but a teen when I heard this and I had NO clue what the heck he was talking about. It took me a LONG time to figure out exactly what he meant about that. Today marks a huge milestone in my life and the life of my wonderful wife. It hasn't come without a price though.

See, she's been an absolute royal...well...wife...of late. I love her dearly and she means the world to me but occasionally through various reasons known and unknown, her grouchy side shows. This week has been especially trying, and I too have had my momentary lapses in judgment, quick witted comebacks and general diarrhea of the mouth. I call it "having a case of the bitchies." None of this was healthy for us so I had to take a step back and think about why this is all happening. It goes back to the birth of our first son, then our second, and both of our battles with obesity. See, she and I are right back at the weight of when our second son was born just under a year ago. And we never really got back to pre-first kid weight either. I say we because it is not her alone, we are both snuggly...er...well, fat. This year though, matter of fact, this New Year's Eve, marked the point that she has absolutely had enough with the battle. After viewing some photos from the party (which i know better than to post here LOL) and not liking what we saw, the gloves have come off, She is hardcore now...no flour, no sugar, and the carbohydrate withdrawal has firmly attached sharp teeth, a sharper tongue, and a set of horns upon us.

In the interest of eating healthier, she is making great strides in eliminating those foods which we all know are not good for us and as of late last night, she's finally over The Bitchies. I went through the induction phase of Atkins twice, I know exactly what The Bitchies are, and now having seen them from the other side, I'm REALLY sorry I put my family through this. But here we are. For the better I hope, and we can all begin to eat better, introduce some healthier foods (see yesterdays post, and we also found out about Quinoa which we plan to cook soon) and make better choices in life. It is with this introduction to new healthier foods for the family which brings us to this point...which brings me back to Todd.

Todd was high school best friend who's dad taught me many things. Colonel Crank's the one that told me as a young teen that men sometimes have to wear deodorant...and then sent me to the store promptly to get some. He's the one that showed me that you could reload shotgun shells, make your own hunting clothing, and generally just taught me about respect out of love vs. fear, a trait my own father still struggles with from time to time. Colonel Crank taught me alot. He was fair but firm with his kids, we all addressed him as "Sir" and I remember one time asking him what his first name was. He replied with a warm even stare, "Mister."

I had my first wild game ever under the tutelage of Todd's family who was gracious enough to invite me over for a pot of squirrels and biscuits. I still remember the shot plate in the middle of the table and how utterly WONDERFUL the dinner was. Todd and I were having a short candid discussion one day about girls and life and happiness when out of the blue, Colonel Crank told us both at the same time what happiness really is.

And today, my wife asked me how she should prepare the venison steaks she thawed (on her own). Prophetic were Colonel Crank's words as my wife and I continue to grow closer and share in some of life's little moments. I love my wife...and though she might not agree,

Happiness really is "Backstraps in Butter".

Greenies, Tree Huggers, and Hunters

Something I could never get my hands around is how in today's talk about chemical-free this and that, and organic this and that, healthy foods, etc. - Why are so many people against hunting? I personally can't think of a more organic free roaming source of protein than venison.

Yes, I hunt, I enjoy the kill as much as I enjoy eating the venison. It's my own anti-drug. It's a huge rush when weeks of preparation culminate in 3 seconds of acquiring your target, selecting the animal from the herd that you want to harvest, and in the blink of an eye it's over. Yeah, gutting them is gross, but necessary, and my method of harvest is MUCH more humane than caged animals everyone buys from the grocery store.

I now process my own deer to boot. It has come to my attention that a lot of times the deer you drop off at the processor is not what you get back. I know where i shot my last deer, and the meat I got back didn't match. I know for a fact that some of my meat was given to the next guy down the road because he brought in a yearling doe or button buck that weighed 60 lbs soaking wet and he wanted 30 lbs of bologna. The butchers make a TON of money on the jerky and bologna, and if Johnny Button Buck wants to buy it, buy gum, that meat is gonna come from someplace. This time, it came from me.

Never again though. I processed my first deer 2 days ago, and all you need is a hack saw, a couple sharp knives, some zip locks and some butcher paper. It took us all of 3 hours to process 3 deer with 3 guys. by myself it would probably be about 3-4 hours for one deer.

Benefits? No fat, no sinew, no nasties, all lean meat, all MY meat, no fillers, just lean, clean healthy venison. The original organic fad.

I was asked today why I hunt, how I can kill (and eat) an animal as pretty as a deer. Let's face it, today the Game Commission of nearly every state has "managed" the deer herd to a fine balance between gross prosperity and nearly non-existence. Hunters claim there are no deer. Property and vehicle owners claim there are too many. Trophy hunters are glad that the great state - no wait, Commonwealth of Pennsyltucky is in it's fifth year of Antler Restrictions. We are seeing large numbers of good sized 2.5 and 3.5 year old bucks with 8 or more points, good mass and healthy disposition. We are also managing the herd size by harvesting larger numbers of does. Each doe we take out of the herd, reduces the herd size by 4 deer on average over her average life span. The typical doe makes it to her third year, producing offspring in her second and third years. If we were to stop hunting does right now, the population of deer would explode over the next 2 years. The available mast would not be able to sustain the population and we would see migration to areas of agriculture, impacting our farmers welfare, and as that food supply dwindled we will see a larger number of winter kill animals. This would cause a sharp spike in predators (fox and coyote mainly) resulting in urban encroachment by what the state could call "dangerous" animals. Who wants a coyote in their back yard in Pittsburgh? Certainly not the animal lovers and tree huggers - Coyotes do not belong here, and their existence already speaks of more troubled times to come. It's only a short time before we start to hear about missing pets and random dog tracks in our yards.

Why do I hunt? To protect YOU, the nay-sayer, the anti-hunter. To provide quality sustenance to my family. To eat healthier while still maintaining a budget (when the hell did chicken breast eclipse 2.50/lb? And sirloin @ $4/lb? You gotta be kidding me. The last doe I shot and butchered myself cost me 4 bucks in bullets, 1/2 of my license costs (about $15) and some necessary clothing for this year. I got nearly 55 lbs of meat this time around. Wanna talk real numbers? Equate the cost of the deer meat to comparable cuts of beef and my deer is worth in excess of 200 dollars, edging closer to the $400 mark. Add the second deer I shot earlier in the year and paid to have it processed - another 6 bucks in bullets, and the rest of the licensing, and the cost of processing($60) and we come out to just over 100 bucks in expenses, for 90 lbs of lean, healthy red meat. 90x$4.25 (average cost of beef per lb across all cuts) and you are clearly over the $400 dollar mark.

I make my own jerky and snack sticks (seems this is the easiest way to get the family to partake in eating furry animals at first) saving money at the processor too. Next year with the money I save, I'll buy my own grinder. It's a quality healthy snack, and I KNOW what is going in it, because I MADE it.

So I ask you, Why DON'T YOU hunt? If hormones and chemicals are on your do not eat list, join me in enjoying the outdoors, and consuming some of PA's finest cloven mammals.

Bon Apetit!

Venison Loin Cutlets (Medallions) sauteed with burgundy, butter and onions. No steak sauce needed and those in the know call them "Butter Steaks". Not because you cook them with butter, but because that is the consistency of the meat. They are possibly the most decadent red meat you can eat - I rate it so much higher than Kobe beef...