circular saws and sangliers

The boar's leg has languished in the freezer since the last hunting season.  It spent it's life (attached to it's host) in the forest surrounding Jonathan's house in the hills above Montbel. Jonathan didn't kill it.  Being a gay, Parisian, Jewish intellectual, he doesn't fit the description of an Ariège hunter, but as it was abbatu  on his land it was returned to him.  

As he wants nothing to do with a bloody carcass in a black bin bag, he gives it to us.  But Jonathan's weakness, despite his Hebrew roots, is a slow cooked, deeply marinated leg of sanglier.  


The circular saw allowed us to remove the bony excess and squeeze the leg into the baking tin, but left a carnage of flesh and bone all over the work tops and the walls.  It is now nestled in on a bed of laurel leaves and thyme and is slowly imbibing a litre of Merlot.