The Delights of a Right-Wing Brother-In-Law

I have a right-wing brother-in-law; he came as part of the package. I suspect I am the woolly Guardian-reading leftie brother-in-law his sister landed him with. Despite this he has some fine attributes. He is a bloody-minded debating opponent, with well-honed conservative arguments. He is someone to talk to at large family gatherings. He provides dead deer, personally shot, for his table. He knows his wine, and is lavish in his hospitality.

But the best thing he has ever done is to raise two dexter cattle on the grounds of his manse, feeding them on grass and little else. These small, hardy beasts are pretty self-sufficient. and he proved us with a selection of choice cuts, at a more than reasonable price. I am not very competent at cooking steaks, but these steaks were the finest I've ever prepared and are up there with the best I've ever tasted. Holy crap, they were good. They were succulent, flavoursome, perfectly marbled and aged to perfection, and I served them with a concentrated stock reduction, onions tons of pepper and chips.

For this, I can overlook his unholy admiration for Margaret Thatcher, his sense of entitlement, and his low opinion of the working classes. Am I wrong? Should I feel dirty? I don't know.

I do that there will be more cattle and more steaks, and I won't change his views...