Feliz Navidad
We culled the geese on the Solstice. We didn't plan it that way, it just happened to be the only day that all involved could do it. And in the end it was most appropriate. I was quite concerned about the killing of the geese. After all, a self sufficient lifestyle is what we hoped for when we moved here. But always at the back of my mind was the thought that I might not be up to it. The whole thing was very quick, very quiet and the geese did not suffer in the least. Which was a huge relief. Once the plucking began and then the gutting it became less about the geese and more about learning how to prepare food. And food preparation and cooking is what I am good about. The Spanish way of preparing the goose was not quite what we were used to. Traditionally the Spanish housewife did not have an oven in the house so all food is jointed into pot size pieces and fried or pot roasted on the fire. We had to step in to prevent our lovely goose dinner from being hacked