~ Beethoven Fannie last fall headed upriver:)
Erin, Traci and I went for a run tonight. Erin ran 6 miles with me! She is well on her way to marathoning:)
This evening around 10 pm (broad daylight) Fannie called and ordered me to come over to pick up some 'crane soup' that she had made. "Rashelly you need to try this crane soup!" I jogged up the road to her house and bopped in. She met me with a hug in spite of my warning her that I was contagious, handed me an empty pan and spoon, directed me to the stove and insisted I dish up enough for me, Erin and Traci to sample. I peered down into the pot, the smell was mouthwatering. I was surprised however to see blue skinned crane legs in the pot too. I flashed back to childhood when we used to cut the feet/legs off partridges we'd gotten so we could pull the tendons and watch the foot open and close. Who knew we could have been eating that part all along. Anyway we each got to try a bowl. It was unanimous, Fannie's crane soup with 'greens' and potatoes is delicious! The crane shot by Tom (Fannie's son in law) was not like chicken per say...it was more chewy, darker, like a grouse/squid combination maybe.
"One person believes he may eat anything, while another person eats only vegetables."