Yesterday, Lady Hillary and I were out in West Nowhere, Pennsylvania for a couple of major parts for her '81 Celica GT. He pretty much lives off the land, says he never has to buy red meat. There is a herd of elk on his property nd he is hoping to get one this year. If he bags one, we agreed that we would swap a couple of pounds for one of my homemade knives. We've never had elk before but he says it tastes better than venison and does not need to be as heavily marinated.

On the way home we stopped in Phillipsburg, NJ just as the fishermen were hauling out. They gave us a couple of roe shad. We cleaned them when we got home. As I ruptured one of the roe sacs in the process, we had a shad roe omelet for breakfast with the bacon used for cooking and some homemade yoghurt on the top. A breakfast fit for a king, or for George Washington, who adored to eat shad. The flesh from the two fish we were given went into the pickling jars last night. Two fair sized shad became four quart sized mason jars of fish. Later this week we will see how well the pickling dissolved the bones in the first batch.