Cool Stuff – Wild Game
“Adobo Javelina Backstrap”

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 has a naturally smoky flavor, I decided to play on that with some chipotle […]

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“Braised Rabbit with Olives & Preserved Lemon”

Raise your hand if you have rabbit or chicken in your freezer. Great! Let’s talk. I am about to embark on a hunting spree. Elk in Wyoming, Javelina in El Paso, Pheasant in South Dakota, Partridge in England, Snowshoe Rabbit in Alaska, Squirrel in… where should I hunt squirrel? I hear they really know how to do it in Kentucky. And all the while I’ll be cooking up recipes for […]

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“Beer Battered Fried Dove Breast”

I spent Labor Day weekend cruising the cotton fields of the Arkansas Delta. By the end of it, there were more doves than any one person could consume. This lead me to invent all kinds of recipes to keep it interesting, as well as churn out some classic recipes from the Italians in the region – 14 Dove Putach, for example. As you know by now, I’m a purist and […]

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“Liver Mousse”

If I was sent to that proverbial island and there was one food I could take, it would be liver mousse. I can hear your collective gasp. Most people are reviled by the stuff, but I call it God’s pudding. It’s slightly sweet and very rich and I could eat it endlessly. It serves as the basis for all kinds of internationally popular and unpopular foods – depending on who […]

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“Cracklin’ Bread”

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 about cracklin’ was from a farmer named Frank Griffith in East […]

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“Turkey Brine”

No, it’s not Thanksgiving silly. It’s April. Also known as turkey hunting season in certain paradigms. My very first hunt was for turkey. It was deep in the Arkansas delta, on a three-thousand acre hunting preserve that runs five miles up the length of the great Mississippi. It was Spring, early on a Saturday morning after a night of imbibing aged Scotch and smoking cigars on a wide veranda with […]

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“Duck Prosciutto”

As you can tell, I’m on a bit of curing kick these days. I’m conjuring my Italian roots. It’s just that I had these duck breasts that were just begging to be turned into prosciutto. And I couldn’t help myself. Duck prosciutto is simple to make at home, and is a perfect way to store the meat when you don’t have time to cook it, and you just can’t fit […]

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“Homemade Bacon”

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 coated in thick layers of molasses and the whole thing oozed and dripped onto a […]

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“How to Render Duck Fat & Other Important Matters”

I rendered some duck fat and wanted to tell you all about the glorious experience. I plan on using it in all of my recipes, from pie crusts to steaks to milkshakes. Just kidding. Sort of. I made the rendered duck fat and have step-by-step instructions over at my “second home“… I just had too many boxes and filing cabinets and needed to spread out a bit. It’s much more […]

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“Deer Hunting VII: Venison Tenderloin”

Tenderloin. Is there anything better? Please name it. Go ahead… I’ll wait… …. …. …. That’s what I thought. Tenderloin…the stuff of Gods. There were dozens of deer aging in Paul Michael’s snazzy cement hanging room at deer camp. And he let me go in and pull the tenderloins from as many as I wanted. Christmas come early, I say! I took 6. There were a lot of mouths to […]

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