Favorite Food

[smmcredit]

I had my first one of those last night.

I hope it was really smashed, cause some restaurants call them SMASH but they are not really smashed. What a shame.
But the sauce makes the difference, it is incredible wow.
I just love food, can't describe.

 

[azgold]

I hope it was really smashed, cause some restaurants call them SMASH but they are not really smashed. What a shame.
But the sauce makes the difference, it is incredible wow.
I just love food, can't describe.

This one came out of a box (frozen) and bbq'd. My daughter brought them back from the northern town where their cabin is located.

 

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This one came out of a box (frozen) and bbq'd. My daughter brought them back from the northern town where their cabin is located.

A frozen burger?

 

[T J Tutor]

Have you ever had a "slug burger"? It's something you may want every night, but it is not the healthiest burger, it's deep fried! They date back to 1917 and sold on what may be the first food truck, and maybe cart. It's called a slug burger because it cost a nickel and a nickel back then was called a slug.

The Slug Burger

 

[T J Tutor]

This one came out of a box (frozen) and bbq'd.

Actually, there is a long time secret tradition with chefs for cooking burgers either frozen and partially frozen for the perfect medium rare with a delightfully crispy bark all around it.

 

[smmcredit]

Have you ever had a "slug burger"? It's something you may want every night, but it is not the healthiest burger, it's deep fried! They date back to 1917 and sold on what may be the first food truck, and maybe cart. It's called a slug burger because it cost a nickel and a nickel back then was called a slug.

The Slug Burger

A deep fried burger never seen that before haha

 

[azgold]

A frozen burger?

Yup. Very thin.

 

[azgold]

Have you ever had a "slug burger"? It's something you may want every night, but it is not the healthiest burger, it's deep fried! They date back to 1917 and sold on what may be the first food truck, and maybe cart. It's called a slug burger because it cost a nickel and a nickel back then was called a slug.

The Slug Burger

I have never heard of a deep fried burger!

a delightfully crispy bark all around it.

It was definitely crispy around the edges.

Just when I didn't think there was anything else to know about burgers, you guys showed me that I still have burger stuff to learn.

 

[azgold]

The Slug Burger

Actually, my first thought when I read that was that it was made of actual slug meat.

The government subsidized a cricket factory just a few minutes down the road from me (it recently went bankrupt) with the intention of using them for food to ease us all out of traditional meat eating. Yuck! They switched to using them for pet food when people didn't want to eat them.

I don't care how good they may or may not be, I'm not eating them.

 

[T J Tutor]

I don't care how good they may or may not be, I'm not eating them.

Yeah, I never had any gourmet cricket training.

 

[Graybeard]

I came across some steelhead trout at the grocery store—U.S. sourced, frozen, and marked down 50% from $11.99 a pound. I hadn’t had steelhead trout in almost forty years.

Back in my “lumberjack” days, when we were clearing land for the BLM, a guy stopped by and offered us a trade: a bag of fresh-caught steelhead in exchange for a cord of unseasoned firewood—already bucked and lying on the ground on the downslope of a ravine we were thinning for a selective-cut BLM contract in the King Range (near Eureka, CA). We went ahead with the deal.

Steelhead is a meaty, oversized river trout—a very tasty fish.
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That evening, we cleaned the fish, cut off the heads, and tossed the entrails into a bag. We chucked it down into the ravine on the far side of camp. A mountain lion must have caught the scent. It climbed up toward us, and we thought it had entered the campsite. In the middle of the night, we woke to a strange, shrieking sound—it didn’t sound like a bear. Shaken, we armed ourselves and searched the camp, but found nothing.

About a week later, a local hunting guide we’d befriended, along with his brother visiting from Montana, drove up on the road near where we were working, late in the afternoon. In the bed of his truck lay a freshly killed mountain lion. It turned out the cat had been killing deer all season—fifteen, maybe twenty of them—leaving most of the meat untouched. It was killing for sport.

That steelhead brought the memory back. The lion was seven feet long, nose to tail. They’d shot it with a .308. We were gifted a hindquarter. We hung it for a week, then cut it up and stewed it. We told the crew it was bear meat, we silently joked it was “meow steak.” The flavor was odd—funny enough to remember all these years later.

Lion is NOT my favorite food ...

 

[T J Tutor]

I love steelhead. Prime time for catching them is well after the salmon runs. Here in NY prime steelhead starts in January. They are actually a rainbow until they leave the tributaries for the seas. The entirety of of understanding this behavior in rainbows is not entirely known, but both are the same species (Oncorhynchus mykiss). Steelhead are the migratory form of rainbow trout. Genetics, water temperature, and access to the ocean determine whether a juvenile trout remains a resident freshwater rainbow trout or becomes a migratory steelhead.

I'm not the avid fisherman I was up until recent years. Steelhead were always part of my annual fishing adventures. I love trout, steelhead, brown trout and brooks. Most all fresh water fish of NY are in my freezer. Soooooooo many to choose from and all great eating!

As for lion, I've had it once. It was different. Not something I'd go looking for. The one I had was culled for similar reasons. It was in high Colorado peaks back in the late 70's near Mount Evans and it had been taking young cattle from the ranchers. one of the ranchers was a friend. A group of them had acquired a special permit to take a protected species. They got it and roasted it on a spit that night. A real cowboy cookout in the mountains. The cowboy cookout was a load of fun, but I wasn't impressed with the lion meat. Everything else was a gas, like hunting on horseback, being so removed from everything at such high altitude, The chuck wagon for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It really was a hoot!

 

[Graybeard]

We were not hunting Mountain Lion—the lion was hunting us. All we had my 20 gauge with slugs and Lonnie's .357 magnum S&W + a 7 lb splitting mull—not the best weapons for defending against predators like a mountain lion. That was scary in the middle of the night with lanterns and flashlights—checking that the surrounds were clear. I still remember the fear I had. That's some serious kill or be killed stuff now that I look back on it.

Thinking back more clearly now, many years later, we should have grabbed the chainsaws and started them up and started wandering around the camp. Uh, probably just the noise would scare the lion off. If not the chainsaw would certainly put the lion down.

In the backwoods—mountain lions, wild feral boar and bear are northern America's potential man-killers.

 

[T J Tutor]

Lions, bears, and wild boar are certainly enough to scare the pants off most anyone. Certainly would be like that for me. I'm not interested in bear or lion, but the wild boar is among the tastiest meats I've enjoyed.

I hunted wild boar once in Pennsylvania and a second time on Catalina Island. Both back in the late seventies. I think it's changed now on Catalina. Both times it was on horseback with dogs. Horseback was mandatory back then. Both times it was scary. The dogs go the rear of where the pigs are set up in a gully or trench and drive them into you. Sometimes the horses get hurt, sometimes the dogs. It was a bit frightening seeing a few 300 pound pigs charging you. Up to 400 and 500 pounds with the Russian Boars there. I wouldn't do it again. I do have a friend in PA that hunts them every year and brings us a freezer full every year during the holidays. DELISCIOUS!!!

I miss hunting game and fishing. Well, ZI miss the meats, not so much the hunting part anymore. Hunting can be tough and grueling for the prime species. Fishing is truly enjoyable, but Karen's dementia is at a state that I can't take her with me anymore (she was a kick-ass angler), and I'm not comfortable leaving her all day with anyone. Good thing I have a few connections and friends left that help keep my freezer full!