I love it when Kismet strikes and you know the Universe is sending you a message, which is what happened to make this incredible dinner come together the other night.
It all started just before Thanksgiving when my beloved friends Charlotte and Sarah came from London for a festive,whirlwind weekend visit. Stories abound, of course, but on the culinary front, I was mortified to have to admit to Sarah that there was nary a juniper berry in the house. " How in the world," she inquired with only very thinly veiled horror in her voice, "do you make venison?"
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