The neighbourhood party and the wild boar stew

The neighbourhood party and the wild boar stew

Last weekend was our annual street party, la fête des voisins, and following up from a piece I wrote back in October...we ate the neighbourhood boar! (I'm sure there's a joke to be made here as we certainly have a few neighbourhood bores, but I won't go any further with that and it wasn't them we ate!)

For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while you may remember the story of the local hunt taking place in our lane. For new readers and anyone wanting to refresh their memories the whole story can be found here. In a nutshell, several wild boar were culled locally and we were given a leg and some (what we thought was) belly meat by the hunters. Not being too keen on game (me not JF), nor having any butchering skills (both of us) we threw the beast into the freezer and semi-forgot about it. As the months passed we occasionally wandered what on earth we were going to do with the wild boar taking up a fair amount of space in the freezer, particularly the hairy leg with hoof still attached...

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