I'm feeding Eskimo descendants that have never tasted cheesecake before to billionaires killing bear for trophy hunting that fly into our gravel pit in Hawker jets... hundreds of miles from the nearest grocery store with a few propane burners and an oven that sometimes work. Electricity is sometimes there, thus I don't get too weak on it. Kneed, mix, stir, kick, slap by hand man. What's the hurry anyway? Put the two and three together and you're best off fishing, hunting and harvesting in the backyard and building a fire in the front and having a good time doing it. Saves cost, saves gas and boy, do the old guys dig true Alaskan cowboy cuisine. It brings big smiles and loud laughs to the dinner table. Kinda reminds 'em of when the West was still a frontier and chefs used to tag along the wagon wheels making big pots of stew and gravy. Come get ye chow.
These folks don't care for dishes that have dashes of caviar and squiggles of sauce ontop to look pretty. They get back from the cold and wet after burning thousands of calories and just want to eat something wholesome and tasty. Food is pure energy and medicine at the core. So I jack up the jack rabbit n wild bean chili with cayenne, ginger, garlic, apple cider vin, honey and get them boys warmed up and feeling good. That's why we in this business... it's about adapting to your scene and making folks feel good in whateva shape, size or pan that comes in."
Hauling propane to the cabin on the horse.
Jessy picking wild blueberries.
Should last us a week.
At the heart of the last full moon Jess and I crawled into bed at sunset.... then heard a few gun shots. When I walked out I saw Chris digging for something under the old generator shed. The porcupine met it's maker. I geared up and wanted to use it's remains for good. Quills for art, teeth for jewelry, flesh for food and marrow for medicine.
This was rather stinky...
Heck, let's have a midnight full moon porcupine BBQ.
Easy way to get the unused quills off to get to the meat is to toss in on the fire. Smells somewhat like a mix between burnt hair and plastic, but the meat still tastes good.
Fed and satisfied. Back to work. Sand the cabin and repaint it.
A few hours after we started that week-long project a big tormenta moved in.
Art class. I played a bit of piano next to the fire while Jess doodled, made dream catchers and cleaned up the quills.
Can you find the big eagle?
Chef at work. Spicing up the outdoor window frames.
Good work, good talk.
Welcome to the Taz.