Shortly after dawn, making a hundred-gallon batch of Brunswick Stew at a local hunt club in southern Virginia.
Hours of constant stirring with oak paddles keeps the stew from sticking to the cauldron and subsequently burning.
I had never seen this done before, and enjoyed participating in this traditional activity. Plus I really like Brunswick Stew.
Not being originally from the country, I have grown to appreciate the patience, wisdom, and general lack of pretense manifest in this community of multigenerational farmers. A significant shift in my perspective, which had been based on second and third hand information.
I am grateful and honored to be welcomed into this fine community.
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