The first official hunt I ever went on was in Arkansas with the Commissioner of Fish and Game. He was the family of a friend of mine, and I was told that hunting with him was something people bid on at auctions. Down in Arkansas, he was a bigger deal than the President of the…
This one goes out to my friends at the magical, mystical CF Ranch for letting me take over the kitchen in their private residence and cook up some Javelina. That is love.These are the back straps from the Javelina, silver skin removed (as we talked about yesterday). They marinated for quite some time. Since Javelina…
A few weeks ago I rendered some duck fat.And then I rendered some pig fat.And it was good.Whenever you render fat, you're left over with something we call "cracklin'." It's an automatically southern word. Don't bother putting a proper -ing on the end of it, you're wasting your time. It's cracklin'.The first time I heard…
The first time I saw a wild boar smoking slowly under the soot-blackened eaves of a dome-shaped grill I was mesmerized. I was standing 100 yards from the banks of the Mississippi, deep in the beating heart of the Arkansas Delta. The body of the pig was cloaked in thick slabs of bacon which were…
I had a pork chop yesterday. I was dining alone, and I ceremoniously made myself a proper meal. I took a visit to the butcher who had all sorts of glossy selections piled high in the coolers, and I settled on a pork chop, bone-in. It was a good choice because it was well aged, and came from…