/ck/ - Food & Cooking

Four score and seven years ago my Pa broke him his first buck and from that day onward buck breaking became a fixture of our family life. I was but 15 years old when Pa brought me down to the fields and showed me how to lie in the tall grass, downwind of course, and catch the scent of ripe buck meat on a summer breeze. Since that day I must confess that I too have applied my talents to buck breaking like my father before me. Although I have yet to match his record of breaking a dozen bucks in one day, it has not been from lack of trying. The proudest day of my life was when Pa was on his death bed, his breakin’ days long behind him, and motioned for me to lean in close and whispered “you a good breaker boy.” I remember that on those chilly mornings when I am tempted to remain in bed instead of strapping on my boots for another day of buck breakin’.

My attempt at Adam’s lasagna, used a soy meat instead of beef.