Around here in these neck of the woods, no, I mean the deer woods, hunters are aiming for the big one, of course. The big rack. Not that the littler ones don't taste good, cause they do. For some, though, even a pig, squirrel or rabbit would be a feast for a hungry family. Always remember, your prosperity in a pot of beans would be a feast for someone who has nothing to eat. Yes, maybe that someone got into hard or tough times, and maybe it has lasted a long time, remember, we are all beggars. Even the air we breathe is given to us. One of our customers from the donut shop used to say, "Every day a holiday, every meal a banquet." What ever my meal for the day is I will remember, with thanksgiving, what ever it might be.
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