Outlaws’ Venison Pie

Venison Pie fit for Royalty

Venison Pie fit for Royalty

Venison. Now there’s a word to conjure images. Misty mornings, jingling harness, Monarch of the Glen silhouette, baying hounds and elegant Ladies of the Court. Hooded falcons fretful in their Jess. For hundreds of years the hunting (and eating) of deer was the privilege of Royalty and Outlaws. I can’t hear the word “Venison” without imagining Errol Flynn crossing swords with Basil Rathbone. I am however, not a Queen. The locally farmed, delightfully tender venison is something I can only afford on very special occasions .. besides I don’t have a Spit Boy to continuously baste it.  At this time of the year however, wild caught venison is often cheaper than beef.  A meal of Venison Pie, hot Cheese and Herb Damper washed down with a tankard of cider mulled with spiced blackberries has me feeling like Royalty. Wonder what the Peasants are having?

'Deer Hunt', woven wool tapestry, Netherlands, possibly Arras, 1440-50

Devonshire Hunting Tapestries; ‘Deer Hunt’, Netherlands, 1440-50