The main reason I don't cook isn't so much that I'm lazy as I'm not organized. To get anything serious done in the kitchen you have to be a multitasker. Every dish has its own set of components, its own collection of procedures, its own milestones set to its own schedule. As an engineer you might think I'd have that dialed. But I don’t. Only the best engineers have all that kind of thing figured out. I’ve learned that most of us, especially as we get older, are pretty much just lurching from day to day, from milestone to millstone, like as not making it up as we go. It should be no wonder that I’m close to useless when it comes to cooking.
Not to mention I’m male and everyone knows women multitask a whole lot better than men. I think that’s why most of them end up doing the cooking (and the cleaning and the child-rearing etc.)*. We all know that in the primordial forest, the men all ran about throwing spears until they got lucky and brought down a mastodon, while the women stayed home, herded the children and invented beer and civilization. Now the men barbecue and the women are moving ahead to vegetarianism. Patterns continue.
Anyway this all came to mind when a local store got in the news for selling a broader range of meats than the usual. They also perform slaughtering services for hunters, of which there seem to be more than a few locally.
There's no land-borne meat that I won't try at least once but I have to admit, so far I haven't strayed from the supermarket straight and narrow. But if I did and could afford it, I think I'd start with bear. You?
* - They also make better engineering managers.
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If I could reliably buy elk and venison, I probably wouldn't eat anything else. My local grocery almost always has rabbit, and I almost always buy it instead of chicken. I like things lean and gamey. Well, most things.
Probably a nice Chardonnay, not too chilled, because, well, it tastes like chicken...
As I sit here reading your post, my engineering husband is busy in the kitchen preparing one of his fabulous breakfasts. My job? Put on some good music for us to enjoy while he's cooking. My selection this morning is Los Lonely Boys. :D
As to your question, who's going to cook this beast? If someone else cooks, I'd try bear meat.
Nut&honey. Even eating cow and chicken grosses me out if I think about it. I'll probably end up a vegetarian (or at least a fishatarian) again one of these days.
Gotta best friend, male, who styles himself as a "kitchen bitch" and it's a well-deserved title. Some guys do got it.
I'm an engineering manager, and can do a gazillion tasks at once, so I fit the stereotype you mention.
For odd meats, I've probably tasted most of 'em. Bear, coyote, javalina, snake, frog, possum, as well as all of the horned beasties that are typical hunter's prey. I've had quail and quail's eggs. Pheasant, rabbit ... I've experienced a variety of sea stuff, too, including jelly fish, which I really liked. At least, the way it was prepared.
Food doesn't scare me.
Hmm. It really isn't a male-female thing, is it? I really am just disorganized. And lazy too, just didn't want to admit it.
Jellyfish? Gha. I ate a few things in Asia that would have taken me years to develop a taste for, and everyone who'd had jellyfish agreed it was worse. But hey, tweacherown!
I'm not a big fan of gamey meat so I'd stay away from most of that non-beef-and-chicken stuff. I ate shark once though and it was yummy.
Try buffalo! It's actually incredibly good, to my palate. Those in the know say that it has more of the things that make beef good for you, and less of the things that make it bad. It also must be free range, as I think I read once, because buffalo don't thrive in something like a feed lot. Anyway, it's fab. I once had some buffalo jerky that had been cured with cranberries. Wow. Gear fab.
Rabbit is good. You stew it in beer with carrots, onions, celery etc. 9th Avenue in the thirties and forties is butcher wholesale heaven. Whole goats hang from their hooves over piles of pig testicles. Brains are cool. You get them in Greek restaurants, broiled whole with olive oil and garlic and rosemary. You eat brains with a spoon. I always wonder if I'm eating motor reflexes or calfhood memories.
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