While hunting behind our Botetourt County, Virginia home this morning, I was fortunate enough to kill a mature doe with my Parker Thunderhawk Crossbow. After dragging the doe back to the house, I asked Elaine, as usual, to help a little with the field dressing chores.
Also, as usual, I cut out the heart and tongue (both delicacies as far as I am concerned) and Elaine took them to the kitchen to clean and freeze for later use. As I was working on the bottom loins, I asked my sweetheart if she would mind making some kidney pot pie like the British do.
Elaine said she would make the entree, but I would have to eat it all myself the first time. We would appreciate any advice from folks who have prepared kidneys.