Jessie first introduced the term "love language" to me and to be honest, I really don't know much about the different love languages and you can google it if you want to but basically, we all have specific ways of feeling loved and we can get into trouble in relationships if we don't understand that. If one person in the relationship needs words of affirmation to feel loved, he or she will probably also offer that to their partner whose love language may be physical touch. Which is why it's really a good idea to at least have an idea what our partner's language is and also, what our own is.
If we need quality time with our loved one to feel loved and our loved one needs gifts, things can get unintentionally screwy with neither person feeling loved while both are trying their best to give what they might need without being aware of the differences.
Oh Lord. Just google it.
And families can have their own love languages. For instance- my family's love language centers around getting together and eating good food and talking and joking and laughing at the kids and being together that way. Vergil's family, though, expresses their love in a more constructive way. They like to do projects together. They build things and make things together. Mr. Moon is more like this too, honestly. And so Vergil's idea of heaven and Mr. Moon's idea of a real good time is doing something like what we did today.
Before I even got up this morning, Vergil had already chopped vegetables and sauteed some for the sausage they were going to make and the men got out to the garage and prepared the venison and pork, some of which would be combined in the sausage. Venison is really too lean to make good sausage. You can mix it with olive oil, which is what I do with ground venison to make meatloaf or even spaghetti, or you can mix it with fattier pork.
I made pancakes and we all ate together and then there was more preparation in the garage and I mixed up the spice mixtures for both breakfast sausage and Italian sausage. Vergil had written out recipes and all I had to do was multiply those by whatever amount they needed for the amount of meat they had. I used the old coffee bean grinder to grind cumin seed and peppers, black, white, and red. And then the operation moved into the kitchen and I sort of stepped back while Vergil and Mr. Moon and Jessie and, yes, the boys, all worked together to make the sausage and package it for the freezer as well as packaging the cuts of deer and pig that they'd made.
Here are August and Levon, grinding the meat with spices.
Might seem nasty.