on the trail of...
INUVIK, NT
Twenty-four hours in and I had already butchered a caribou.
Walking home from school, I passed some neighbours unmaking three ungulates and stopped to watch. I soon noticed that the large teeth on their saw made for a difficult cut and offered my assistance. For anyone who has decried my Swiss Army knife's forfeit of a corkscrew for a saw, forever bide your tongue, as I rapidly made short work of all manner of bone and joint.
After the caribou were made cutlets and viscera-encrusted handshakes exchanged, my neighbours kindly proffered a slab of brisket for my troubles. I suppose that if, after four years of vegetarianism you plan to start eating meat again, you can't do much better than fresh game you've just cleaned yourself. So, in an amusing reversal, a vegetarian recipe became decidedly carnal. Madhur Jaffrey may not have been pleased with my adulterations, but I and my dinner companions were. Notch number one in the Northern culinary belt: caribou curry.
Currently, we're losing roughly fifteen minutes of daylight per rotation. It's like the advance of Mordor, only with snowmobiles.
Be well, friends.
Twenty-four hours in and I had already butchered a caribou.
Walking home from school, I passed some neighbours unmaking three ungulates and stopped to watch. I soon noticed that the large teeth on their saw made for a difficult cut and offered my assistance. For anyone who has decried my Swiss Army knife's forfeit of a corkscrew for a saw, forever bide your tongue, as I rapidly made short work of all manner of bone and joint.
After the caribou were made cutlets and viscera-encrusted handshakes exchanged, my neighbours kindly proffered a slab of brisket for my troubles. I suppose that if, after four years of vegetarianism you plan to start eating meat again, you can't do much better than fresh game you've just cleaned yourself. So, in an amusing reversal, a vegetarian recipe became decidedly carnal. Madhur Jaffrey may not have been pleased with my adulterations, but I and my dinner companions were. Notch number one in the Northern culinary belt: caribou curry.
Currently, we're losing roughly fifteen minutes of daylight per rotation. It's like the advance of Mordor, only with snowmobiles.
Be well, friends.
posted by simon at 6:54 PM
4 Comments:
Does that mean you've seen any elves?
katherine here: out of sheer curiousity, what (if anything?) does freshly butchered game smell like when you're in the middle of hacking it up?
Too funny! (and you have weird friends.) And more pictures. We need more pictures! - carl
1. No elves. Small children that back-talk, yes, but elves, no.
2. Have you ever cut open your hand and had it bleed profusely? If so, then that's what fresh game smells like.
3. Will duly oblige.
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