Venison Sloppy Joes and Other Art Forms

Well, this is going to be fun.
Well, this is going to be fun.

I am one of those moms who scrutinizes labels at the grocery store to eliminate from our diet things you can't find in our own pantry. But I'm just as likely to whip out my phone and calculate the unit price. I try to strike the right balance between It Must Be Organic and Calm Down, Hippie, it's Just Paprika.

If it's available, I choose organic for produce, grains, and meat. I buy in-season foods. I try to buy local as much as possible, especially with meat, eggs, and dairy. But seriously, you don't have to buy everything organic. I refuse to feel guilty about Cheerios. Gosh, next thing I know, they're going to start carrying organic light bulbs.

But moving to central Maine changed the way we eat a bit. Now when you go in the grocery, there's a little chalkboard displaying how many organic items are even available to you on that day. I've learned why canning is popular. I've started cooking and freezing soups and smoothies when fresh stuff is available.

But you know you're really in the country when you leave a playdate with a sack of frozen venison. I had not tried deer since 4th grade show-and-tell when a kid in my class in Lancaster, SC brought in venison meat balls made with a deer he and his dad shot and cleaned together. It wasn't bad! So when I couldn't deal with going to the grocery store in the 6-degree weather with Baby and Toddler, I pulled this treasure out of the freezer for my husband to make sloppy joe's with. I have to say, they were pretty good.

Earlier today, Toddler made the most advanced drawing he's ever made. It was a picture of him, Baby, and me. And we were all really happy. Also in this picture, we weren't at the grocery store.

My EverydayEmily Mitchell