Disclaimer: If you don’t like the idea of butchering deer, don’t read this post.

Boris and Rachael had the troops over to Bowen Island for holiday cheer and frozen deer. The deer was a bit of an afterthought, as in, the deer froze because it was small and the weather was unforgiving; we ate the deer because James knows how to butcher deer and we know how to eat it.

Bowen Island

Bowen Island under snow.

Bowen Island Christmas

No sailing today.

Bowen Island Christmas

WTF say the wildlife.

Rachael & James

On the path home.

Bowen Island

Frozen lagoon.

Old Technology

A team of techies managed to get the old Super 8 player going so we could watch Boris run around in nappies with dead chickens.

Wine Ready to Go

A window sill of libations.

Food & Eating on Bowen

The eating of meat.

Food & Eating on Bowen

Venison loin steaks cut very small and served with sweet potato chips and garlic mayo. (Ok, I can’t tell you any more or I’ll have to go be alone.)

Food & Eating on Bowen

Butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker. Actually, it was more like rub-a-dub-dub, the deer’s in the tub, bits of it all in easy to cook pieces.

Food & Eating on Bowen

Homemade chips.

Food & Eating on Bowen

Ok, I know you want to see the deer. Front legs. Braised.

Food & Eating on Bowen

Vegetarian friends: here are the artichokes. Amazing.

Food & Eating on Bowen

The love seat seats 3, even with full bellies. This is a good house.

Hanging Out on Bowen

Because you need to see how the deer came down from the hill.

Hanging Out on Bowen

Thank you Rachael and Boris.