Tell me, how do we taste?

Isak was a bit startled at the fact that the "meat" the Colonel was cooking smelled more or less like some kind of wild game. Venison, perhaps. It could even disguise itself as beef. It was a weird thing to discover. He finished up the rest of his whiskey and poured himself another three fingers' worth. He went to the front door and went to stand outside in the fresh air, breathing deeply and sighing happily.