we got.... three big jars of canned preserves (home made of course) three...... same of canned peaches tons of oranges a fruit basket two big containers of buffalo jerkey a pumpkin pie with real pumpkin a ham a pepperidge farm thing (big) a soup kit (i heart it) chocolates COOKIES! too many other jerkies that are stranger then buffalo and why do i feel like im forgetting things? i love food though so no bitching here.
i had ham twice for christmas and at my aunts i had deer tendeloin. i usually wont touch deer but i decided to go in with an open mind.... it was um.... delicious?
i never had it but the deer tenderloin tasted like... a really realy tender cut of steak....mairinaded well. the jerky was good too. poor deers...they are so cute.
Ok, that just ruined it... You can't talk about the poor guys. Now I won't be eating meat all week again. I'm such a girlie girl.
mmmmm, deer tastes damn good I got chocolate, chocolate, more chocolate, some coffee, and some wiiiiine. Mmmmmm soo yummy.
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TO THE LAST WHALE (5:30) A. Critical Mass music by David Crosby Vocals by David Crosby and Graham Nash B. Wind On The Water words and music by Graham Nash © 1975 Staysail Music (BMI) & Thin Ice Music (ASCAP) Over the years you have been hunted by the men who threw harpoons And in the long run he will kill you just to feed the pets we raise, put the flowers in your vase and make the lipstick for your face. Over the years you swam the ocean Following feelings of your own Now you are washed up on the shoreline I can see your body lie ItŒs a shame you have to die to put the shadow on our eye Maybe we'll go Maybe we'll disappear It's not that we don't know It's just that we don't want to care. Under the bridges Over the foam Wind on the water Carry me home. Drums: Russell Kunkel Bass: Leland Sklar Acoustic guitar: James Taylor Acoustic piano: Graham Nash Electric piano: Craig Doerge Other harmony: James Taylor Strings arranged by Jimmie Haskell, Graham Nash and David Crosby
oh yah! we got wine and coffee too. my father in law makes wine so we got lots and some free range whole bean coffee. yummers