Three little kiddies

Jussi went off to Dingwall yesterday with three of the kids. She came back and we ate the scrummiest freshest liver ever. I mean it was really unlike anything you could ever buy in the shops - very tasty unfeasibly tender and not in the least bit 'goaty'. Sad but true - it has to be done you know, the alternative would be to simply waste it. Even sadder because we thought we'd sold two of them as pets until the last minute when the deal fell through, apparently because the buyers husband is a pervert.*

The slaughter house was very busy with lambswhen Jussi arrived, so they put the kids in the office. Jussi said she wanted to see the whole process but they sent her away saying she'd only get upset - which is probably true.

Today I'm going to attempt to make pate. I've checked a few recipes and they all involve baking in an oven in a bain marie. Well our oven has blown up so I'm going to try to do it on top of the stove. It should be OK - I guess it'll just take longer. And, course, we have nothing like the range of ingredients the recipes suggest (because, although Jussi went shopping yesterday, we foolishly hadn't anticipated her returning with the innards and so haven't stocked up) and I'm going to have to improvise - a lot. We are also pretty short of things to cook it in - I'd rather make several small pates than one or two big ones, but this is a very small cottage with virtually no unneccesary kit - we have the pots and pans to get us through out daily needs + a bit extra for visitors. Mmmmm.

*Well OK so I'm stretching things a bit here - he insisted that he wanted female kids and all we could offer was wethers.