A Hunting We Will Go: Part II

I know in the past I've perhaps hinted that I'm not crazy about Josh's latest obsession with hunting. And maybe it's not fair to call it an obsession. Not the point. The point is, I may have to eat my words a little. Saturday night Josh decided it was time to get the kids out of the house and took all three (Hazel can't hold a gun yet) out to the desert to shoot some dove. Time to myself with just the babe...how can I complain? The kids had a fabulous time. Jonah and Ellie shot their first dove with a little help from their Pa. And Jonah learned the art of wringing a dove's neck. Oh yes, I'm about to throw up just thinking about it. I'm praying very hard that these "life skills" Josh thinks is appropriate to teach Jonah are going to save us in times of famine because I can barely stand to think of how else they might be useful. However, the situation is hopeful. Dove was on the menu for Sunday night dinner. I was skeptical to say the least. Amazingly, all three kids ate it...ate it all gone in fact! Granted, Josh had done his darndest, calling in all his culinary skills to ensure the kids' satisfaction. Turns out dove's not bad when you marinade it in milk, lime and about 50 various spices for three days and then smother it in BBQ sauce before grilling it. Of course once you get past the BBQ sauce, you're still eating dove which is the part I have trouble with. It's not entirely unlikely the kids just didn't chew. Still, I'm impressed.