The Other Other White Meat

There's something about coming home to see your man cooking meat that he hunted and killed himself. Very primal. Very sexy. Ahem, keep it G-rated Katherine...family blog.

But there is something not cool about the absolute mess he made while cooking. Ya'll, there was flour EVERYWHERE. And I won't even go into detail about the multiple scares with boiling water and frying in a pan with no oil. Regardless, we ended up with a cooked squirrel and Landon's exact words were (as he ate over half of the meat)..."mmmmm...I can't stop eating this squirrel".

And just so you know, I did eat some...saturated in mustard. Like I told my mother-in-law, I'm country...but not that kind of country.