I was sent to Turkey for a three month assignment, and the entire time was spent in rather primitive and remote villages. Now, I HATE lamb in any configuration, and even the smell makes me ill. That's about all those people eat, and the entire country smells of that filthy animal. I nearly starved to death. On my return to the states, the first American meal I had was the best I ever had - a Big Mac with fries and coke.
Meals to remember.
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TheHobbyist
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After working a lot of hours one week about 20 years ago my buddy called me up and asked if I wanted to stop out to his farm for breakfast and do some plinking.
Really mild spring/summer day with the woods being that bright healthy looking green, everywhere you looked, perfect weather, sun shining and my buddy has a 50 gallon barrell modified so the fire went in it and a huge pan that took up the entire top of the 50 gal drum.
Not really sure how many pounds of bacon were thrown into that skillet but it was a lot (about ten people came over if I recall); cubed potatoes, seasoned, large thick chunks of ham, 3 dozen eggs and I forget what all else. Bacon grease did its' job and everything was so tasty that I still think it was one of the best meals I ever had. Good friends, fresh air, that smell the whole time it was cooking...
Really mild spring/summer day with the woods being that bright healthy looking green, everywhere you looked, perfect weather, sun shining and my buddy has a 50 gallon barrell modified so the fire went in it and a huge pan that took up the entire top of the 50 gal drum.
Not really sure how many pounds of bacon were thrown into that skillet but it was a lot (about ten people came over if I recall); cubed potatoes, seasoned, large thick chunks of ham, 3 dozen eggs and I forget what all else. Bacon grease did its' job and everything was so tasty that I still think it was one of the best meals I ever had. Good friends, fresh air, that smell the whole time it was cooking...
Ivan the Butcher
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I know that was 17 years ago, but I am sorry for your brother's loss.
I heard this story from a Texas corrections inmate on a prison ministry radio broadcast. He was drafted by the warden to fix the last meal for a death row inmate. The requested meal was Fried chicken mashed and gravy, corn on the cob and sweet tea. The meal had to be made from supplies already on hand. The death row inmate took his meal in silence, but when finished, he asked that his thanks be passed along.
When the inmate that did the cooking heard about the Thanks, he told the warden he would be glad to fix the last meals for the foreseeable future. In total he prepared 64 Last Meals. Some were devoured, some hardly touched, but all were received with gratefulness!
Thank You Lord for all these wonderful meals we have enjoyed!
Ivan
Ole Joe Clark
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My lovely wife of 57 years is a great cook, and on Saturday mornings I get the works. Homemade biscuits, fried or scrambled eggs, bacon or sausage, homemade fig preserves and a slice or three of home grown tomatoes in season. Of course, coffee and maybe another buttered biscuit. I would be lying if I said it wasn't great and that I look forward to Saturday morning breakfasts.
I am so blessed,
Leon
I am so blessed,
Leon
Chubbo
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Memorable Meals
Memorable meals; Circa 1930s, Mom provided room and board, in our large old house, in a small Ohio town. She often served her borders, Roman Holiday, her special recipe for a type of Italian spaghetti. Everyone loved it, and there was a standing order, from her boarders, for that delightful meal.
Mom made a delicious German stew, called Hassenpfeffer from dad's, and my, wild rabbits. Mom tried to make Hassenpfeffer using our tame rabbits, but it wasn't the same, and lacked the wild taste. Our family loved these spicy, delicious meals. And we enjoyed them as frequently as we could.
I grilled many meals of wild, Ring neck Pheasant, Mallard Duck, and Bob White Quail. All of those fowl, were mouthwatering, delicious. The legality of the Bob White Quail, was a bit questionable.
Meals cooked in cast-iron cookware, over a campfire, come to mind.
Family meals cooked in aluminum foil in the coals of a campfire, or on charcoal, were great also.
Whoa, I Have to, go. My wife just called me to supper.
Memorable meals; Circa 1930s, Mom provided room and board, in our large old house, in a small Ohio town. She often served her borders, Roman Holiday, her special recipe for a type of Italian spaghetti. Everyone loved it, and there was a standing order, from her boarders, for that delightful meal.
Mom made a delicious German stew, called Hassenpfeffer from dad's, and my, wild rabbits. Mom tried to make Hassenpfeffer using our tame rabbits, but it wasn't the same, and lacked the wild taste. Our family loved these spicy, delicious meals. And we enjoyed them as frequently as we could.
I grilled many meals of wild, Ring neck Pheasant, Mallard Duck, and Bob White Quail. All of those fowl, were mouthwatering, delicious. The legality of the Bob White Quail, was a bit questionable.
Meals cooked in cast-iron cookware, over a campfire, come to mind.
Family meals cooked in aluminum foil in the coals of a campfire, or on charcoal, were great also.
Whoa, I Have to, go. My wife just called me to supper.
I grew up where beans on toast was standard fare. My mom still has it once in a while just for the nostalgia.
Disgusting. Since the victim and/or their family (sadly)cannot actually participate in the execution, they should at least be allowed to prepare the guys last meal.
I gotta ask, 30-30. Did you just wake up one day and say, "Well, I guess I'll eat a coyote today and wash it down with beer coffee! I mean, why the heck not, right?!"
Or, is there a reason for the unusual meal and drink choices?
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You asked the same question my wife asked.
I was working north of Newport, Washington. Night shift on a drill rig. Getting off at 4 AM. Driving home in the dark, I saw a coyote leaving a farmer's barn on several occasions. He had already given me permission to shoot every coyote I saw. Finally, the coyote dottled too long. Noticed that it had an apricot in its mouth. Checking the barn, it was full of freshly harvested apricots. I have read a story about starving Native Americans eating coyotes. If I was ever going to try a coyote, one that has been snacking on fruit was a big selling point. While cooking the coyote I remember a friend had beer-coffee and why not do it all at once.
This was the same time of my life that I thought it would be exciting to crawl into a bear's den with a wounded bear inside.
No need to ask the next uncomfortable question on your mind. Seeing how I live at higher elevations, oxygen to the brain, or lack of it, is a constant concern.
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Some years back I had a crew of bird hunters from Texas coming to the ranch for a 3 day hunt.
Fifteen minutes before I was to head to the ranch I got a call from the cook. She told me there was a family emergency and she would not be able to cook dinner that night.
Fortunately I had bought a whole beef and put it in the freezers the week prior. Grabbed 5 ribeye steaks and a bag of spuds, some onions and salad out of my fridge and hit the road.
I made it there about 20 minutes before the hunters arrived. Naturally they are all starving. Went out to start the charcoal grill and found out we were out of charcoal. Desperate for fuel I went to a dead cherry tree that was at the edge of the yard and cut enough wood from it to form a good bed of coals then tossed a good sized chink of cherry wood on the coals for smoke and threw the steaks on.
Made mashed potatoes with minced onion. Secret here is to put the onions in while you are mashing the spuds. Then made a quick green salad.
The steaks turned out perfect and the hunters claimed they were one of the best steaks they have ever had.
I have tried many times to replicate those steaks and have never been able to get it quite the same.
They turned out to be one of the best groups I have ever guided. Learned all sorts of Texas terms like Texas skillet shot and liar's fire.
Fifteen minutes before I was to head to the ranch I got a call from the cook. She told me there was a family emergency and she would not be able to cook dinner that night.
Fortunately I had bought a whole beef and put it in the freezers the week prior. Grabbed 5 ribeye steaks and a bag of spuds, some onions and salad out of my fridge and hit the road.
I made it there about 20 minutes before the hunters arrived. Naturally they are all starving. Went out to start the charcoal grill and found out we were out of charcoal. Desperate for fuel I went to a dead cherry tree that was at the edge of the yard and cut enough wood from it to form a good bed of coals then tossed a good sized chink of cherry wood on the coals for smoke and threw the steaks on.
Made mashed potatoes with minced onion. Secret here is to put the onions in while you are mashing the spuds. Then made a quick green salad.
The steaks turned out perfect and the hunters claimed they were one of the best steaks they have ever had.
I have tried many times to replicate those steaks and have never been able to get it quite the same.
They turned out to be one of the best groups I have ever guided. Learned all sorts of Texas terms like Texas skillet shot and liar's fire.
Thanks, 30-30, for the explanation.
Thinking on it, Koreans like to eat dogs, and I believe some folks in China/Taiwan do, too. I once listened as two colleagues of mine, one a Korean and the other Taiwanese Chinese argued whether brown colored dogs or white colored dogs were tastier. (They may have been puttin' me on, but, who knows?)
And a Thai guy I worked with in another job a long time ago told me of how he and his buddy would take foreigners out hunting in Thailand and if they were unsuccessful, would leave the foreigners at the campfire, visit a nearby temple, pick up a couple of stray dogs for dinner, and back at the campfire deny they knew the English name for the tasty dinner meat.
And my oldest friend, a Japanese guy, told me how as a little kid after the war in bombed flat Tokyo, he and his buddies were so hungry that they killed a dog and ate it.
So I think if starving, like in your example of native Americans, a coyote would go down okay, but otherwise you need to have one helluva cook on hand!
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The most memorable meal I had recently wasn't about the food, but the friendship.
My best friend and I would meet about every other month to eat wings, drink beer, and solve the world's problems on a barstool.
We were doing this for well over a decade, and then Covid hit. We didn't see each other for well over a year. We did call each other though to keep in touch.
The 1st weekend after Labor Day of this year he called and invited us to his house for a cook out.
Nothing special food wise. Burgers, hot dogs, salads etc.
But it was so nice to see my friend and his family after so long.
So that will always be a pleasant memory.
My best friend and I would meet about every other month to eat wings, drink beer, and solve the world's problems on a barstool.
We were doing this for well over a decade, and then Covid hit. We didn't see each other for well over a year. We did call each other though to keep in touch.
The 1st weekend after Labor Day of this year he called and invited us to his house for a cook out.
Nothing special food wise. Burgers, hot dogs, salads etc.
But it was so nice to see my friend and his family after so long.
So that will always be a pleasant memory.
My late mother made a variation of this. She would use Campbell's Bean with Bacon soup out of the can as a sandwich spread. It's pretty good and I still make it for myself.
Early 70's about eight of us and a couple dads from the Boy Scout troop did five days on a GA / NC stretch of the Appalachian Trail with whatever we could carry on our backs. Some days were tougher than others but it was always a relief to pitch camp somewhere near a water source for boiling up our freeze dried whatever on the Bleuet stoves.
The one reconstituted meal I recall included shrimp cocktail that had to have been made from harvested Sea Monkeys and ice cream.
The one reconstituted meal I recall included shrimp cocktail that had to have been made from harvested Sea Monkeys and ice cream.
