The hoof stares me in the face. “Eat me!” it says. Oh, Lordy. But this is what I came for. It’s Sunday. Feeling a little hung over, truth to tell. “You sure this works?” I ...
The hoof has been slow-cooked, and stripped for eating. Surprisingly tender!
Posted February 10, 2015
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