When I said “I do” nineteen years ago, it was with full knowledge that I was marrying a hunter. Stephen had two uncles in particular who loved fishing and hunting, and he accompanied them many times out onto lakes and into woods, usually at ungodly hours of the day, or in unpleasant weather conditions.
Our second date may have been an early relationship test: I arrived to find that our plans had been changed, that a deer was hanging in the barn and needed to be dressed. This was a time sensitive issue, I was told. Was I okay with helping out? Having spent significant amounts of time in markets in Spain, I found it interesting, and actually learned where to find a filet mignon on an animal. (And there was a third date…)
Since that time, things have
cycled entirely out of control gotten more and more interesting. Once a year around the holidays, Stephen puts on his game face, or rather, Stephen shops for big game.
This year we had Chicken of the Tree (iguana), served with faro in a Marsala wine sauce, Saudi Sliders (ground camel) with middle Eastern spices, and Octopus Fra Diavolo over penne. Not a single slider remained after guests passed through the buffet line, and precious little iguana, either. The friends and family
crazy enough to return every year who enjoy trying new foods cherry-picked their way through the octopus, leaving only pasta in sauce.
Previous adventures in holiday eating:
- Jumping Jumbalaya (kangaroo)
- Yakkety Yak (don’t talk back)
- Greek Elk (prepared like lamb)
- Ostrich Bolognese
- Cajun Crocodile
- Alligator Creole
- Rabbit Risotto with truffle oil and shitakes
- Turtle Kebabs
- Elk Meatballs
- Wild Boar
- Rattlesnake Quesadillas
If you have a chance, it is worth your time to stop by Adventure in Food Trading. They are at 381 Broadway in Menands. If the animals don’t appeal, take a look at their cheeses and other specialty items.
I bet they’ll ship, too.