What I Ate Wednesday: Week 6

If there's anything this whole What I Ate Wednesday business is teaching me it's that I eat a whole lot of food that may not be that eye-catching. The husband's always giving me a hard time about what I eat. 

He gives me a little laugh, shakes his eye while he raises his eyebrows and says, "Whatever makes you happy, Honey."

I'm used to that. I thought he was just giving me a hard time 'cause that's just what he does. But I'm starting to think he may be on to something: I really do put some strange things together. And they don't always look that appetizing.

Cheesy Venison Sausage Strata

Along with our company that came to visit a couple of weeks ago came a delivery of venison from Da, and we've been eating venison like it's going out of style ever since. We've got to get tired of it soon, don't we? You'd think. I have a feeling, though, that we might run out before we actually get sick of the stuff.

Somehow I've managed to keep things quite fresh with all of this venison eating. In the last week or two we've had it pan-fried, grilled and even slow cooked. All of those dinners were made with ground venison, venison steaks or venison roasts - all variations we've had before.

Tonight, though, I pulled out a package I'll admit I was a bit hesitant to cook: venison sausage.

Curried Coconut Chicken

The first home the husband and I shared was half a house with a tiny kitchen, no room for a washer and dryer, and no off-street parking, which resulted in both of our cars getting rear-ended on separate accounts. But it had a huge fenced-in backyard that Mr. Pants just loved, and we lived close enough to the husband's aunt and uncle that they let us run over there and do laundry when we weren't feeling the laundromat (which, I'll admit, was often).

The best part about that first home was definitely the location. We moved there because it was close to my first real job, where I worked second shift and wanted a five-minute commute so I could scurry home for dinner and be in bed not long after my shift ended at midnight or 1 am.

But being mere miles from the husband's family was the true benefit of living in that first home. 

Slow-Cooked Venison With Apples and Sweet Potatoes

I ate venison four days in a row last week. We had it for dinner a couple of nights; I ate leftovers for lunch. 

After the third day I started to feel a little like a cavewoman, but I was cool with it. I guess It never got old because we go so long without venison that when it's in the house, it's a huge treat. 

So I didn't mind one bit last night when the husband suggested we eat venison again tonight. But I needed a new way to make it that didn't require grilling or pan-frying - our trusty usual methods.