Since we will be working during the holidays, we cooked our Christmas dinner on Wednesday so we could enjoy a nice meal with Quinn and Kent. We still had some Sand Hill Crane left from when my parents stopped by, and thought that was the perfect main course for our dinner.
We prepped all the side dishes, had a buttermilk pie in the oven, and were ready to cook the crane. Tyler had the breasts seasoned on a plate, and stepped away from the kitchen for just a moment, but that's all it took. In a flash the game bird was gone, and the only thing left was Moses licking his jowls. Tyler did manage to save Christmas by running to the store and returning
with prime rib. Dinner was a little delayed, but it was still
delicious.
Moses endured our wrath that we unleashed upon him, but ultimately our punishment was yet to come in the form of "the crane express" — a term coined by Kent. So far the aftermath hasn't been terrible, but I'm sure going to be happy when this train leaves the station.
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