So when K comes home with a deer, the kitchen turns into a butcher shop and I do my best to be a good sport about the blood splatters on my shirt while helping grind meat. I still haven't seen Sweeney Todd, but chopping up massive quantities of meat will turn anyone into dark comedy aficionado for the evening.
So in that spirit, allow me to post a few pictures to commemorate the end of deer hunting and butchering season for this year. Light stomachs beware:
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