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My cat has gone missing. We have not seen her in more than a week, and I feel dead inside because of it. I try to stay positive, or at least stoic, and busy myself with the green renewal that is my garden. My garden. Where my cat and I first met each other, years ago.
Seeing. Really seeing the world around you. How vital it is to human existence, yet how rare a thing it has become. In the world of foraging, seeing and reading the daily news that those signs tell you mark the difference between success and failure.
It is Super Bowl Sunday. Every year before the Big Game, I watch the movie “Any Given Sunday,” which has the greatest motivational speech I’ve ever heard. It’s about the inches between success and failure, between being great and failing. Those inches matter in all things, not just football.
Fat is not the enemy. We treat it as so because as humans, we so crave it that we’ve spent millennia making it more and more accessible to us. In so doing we’ve lost sight on just how precious and wondrous fat is in the wild world. Only with a diet hinging on game and fish does this come into focus
I did something the other day that I rarely ever do: I bought meat. Specifically, I bought a chicken. I view it as an almost political act. Americans have been brainwashed into believing that cheap chicken is a God-given right. It isn’t. It’s a horrible disservice to the chicken, the farmer and the consumer.
The process of coming up with recipes for this site isn’t always an easy one. Working with wild ingredients is very different from using standardized, store-bought stuff. It can be maddening, but when the recipes work, it’s all that much better.
Deer fat, venison tallow, whatever you call it, this is the stuff of controversy. A great many sources, including some trusted ones, say it’s inedible. Others, including me, have long said it can be damn tasty. Here’s some science behind both claims.
I finally got myself a deer this season! A nice little buck. After nine hunts, I was due. And finally, the Fates took pity on me.