We all know that Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer has a big heart, but few have taken this realization deep into Rudolph Recipes territory. That big heart, straight from the Arctic, makes terrific anticuchos.
Category Archives: Food
The Rudolph Recipes
Christmas has once again passed, and so it is a good time to remind everyone that, with planning, Rudolph and his friends can be enjoyed year-round. I’ll post a series of recipes that feature many of the ways we have found to take delight in our friend the caribou. First up is…
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What a Friend We Have in Cheeses
Life on the Last Frontier in the 21st century could be all wood cutting, an outhouse, and a dry cabin. And many folks do still choose that lifestyle. But it is interesting that we humans generally go all out to have our creature comforts within reach. I am reminded of just how much crap these creature comforts can represent as we’re buried in seasonal advertisements for just about anything you might wish to buy. Gigantic television sets bigger than small children? Choose your model.
From the Archives: Jam
The humidity was low for a change, and the day wasn’t too hot yet, although some big thunderheads would brew later. In the bright sun the blackberry bushes were dense along the small dirt road, with big, luscious berries just begging to be picked and eaten. Not even trying to resist such a temptation, Rose and I worked our way slowly along, filling our berry buckets and our mouths as we went. Oh, my gosh they were good! In the afternoon we made a huge batch of jam, and in the evening we canned it. It was superbly delicious, and we were glad we’d made a lot.
A-Hunting We Will Go!
It had been three long years since I’d gotten a moose, and the freezer was clatteringly empty. We hadn’t done so well with fishing this year, either, so it seemed like a good time to shake things up. As I hopped in the truck to go, I didn’t realize that someone I didn’t know was just down the road brandishing a gun and threatening to shoot police officers. This guy’s escapades caused one of the oddest beginnings to a hunting trip I’ve ever had.