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Kentucky Burgoo
Susan L. Ebert
A Burgoo Backstory
”Go to your freezer. How much and what kind of fish and game do you have left in there from the previous summer and fall getting freezer burn? Write it down and subtract it as penance from your bag limit this summer and fall.“
—Jim Harrison, “Spring Sermon . . . or Siberia,” Sports Afield 1994
You won’t need to heed Harrison’s admonishment if you make a big pot of Kentucky burgoo—a rich game stew long associated with early May. Burgoo is traditionally made in copious quantities; many old-time Kentucky burgoo cauldrons could hold 500 or more gallons of the slow-simmered stew. And although burgoo may not have been born at a Derby party, Derby parties burnished its legendary reputation. My late mother told me this story about the Derby burgoos of her youth:
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moreChloe’s Peanut Butter Dog Cookies
Susan L. Ebert
Every cook needs a good recipe tester, and Miss Chloe is one of the best. In fact, she’s a peanut butter cookie connoisseur. (And yes; at our house, we call her treats “cookies” and not “biscuits.”)
Anyway.
Chloe simply adores peanut butter.
About a month ago, we ran out of her favorite brand of peanut butter cookies, sold at Tractor Supply Co. We have a little routine: When we walk through the door at TSC, I’ll say “go find your cookies” and she will pull me through the store to the correct aisle, find the gold-colored bag with the smiling border collie on it, put her paws up on the shelf, and give me a “here it is” look. But this time, we come through the door, I tell her to go find her cookies, and she just sits down and looks at me.
Is my border collie broken?
So this time, I lead HER through the store, down the aisle, and there’s the familiar gold bag with the happy border collie—same as ever. Chloe’s completely disinterested, but I buy it and we go home. What the heck?
As soon as we get home, I open the bag and hand her...
moreQuail in Red Peanut Mole
Susan L. Ebert
Serves Four
Recently, I toured the High Plains around Brownfield, Texas, as a guest of the Texas Peanut Board, renewing my delight in this nutritious groundnut. And although Georgia is the top peanut-producing state in the nation, Texas is currently the No. 2 peanut-producing state and New Mexico comes in at No. 10, so why not, I thought, explore the peanut’s savory side with a silky Southwestern-style peanut mole?
Mole is among my favorite meat sauces, and one that pairs exquisitely with wild game. You could also pair this peanut mole with wild hog—perhaps laying medallions of seared pork tenderloin upon it. This peanut mole is of the mole poblano type—not because it has poblano chiles in it, but because it hails from the Pueblo region of Mexico—and is also known as a mole rojo. Other styles of mole sauces include mole negro, which has more chocolate and spice in addition to hoja santa, a licorice-like Mexican herb; mole verde, which...
morePeanut Butter Chiffon Pie with Mesquite Crust and Prickly Pear Jelly Glaze
Susan L. Ebert
I first tasted the lusciousness that is peanut butter-and-jelly pie in the early ’80s in a small café in Albany, Georgia: That one relied on Cool Whip for its loft, and also had cream cheese in it. Since then, I’ve sampled many a peanut-butter-and-jelly pie hither and yon—most contain lots of sugar; both added and hidden in the Cool Whip and processed peanut butter.
Peanut butter-and-jelly pie is a decidedly American concoction, and more than that, it’s a regional specialty proliferating across the South: Back before the internet, you could pick up nearly any Junior League cookbook from Virginia to Georgia, and find at least one recipe for this pie, and today, there are literally hundreds of recipes for peanut butter-and-jelly pie online.
In this recipe that I developed in homage to Texas peanuts, I strove to pull the recipe out of the Deep South, and give it a decidedly Texas flair with the addition of mesquite flour to the crust and a hand-harvested, homemade prickly pear jelly topping. Prickly pear tunas are just now beginning to ripen, so I hope you will harvest...
moreAmerican Beautyberries
Susan L. Ebert
American Beautyberry
My daddy always called ’em French mulberry,” my husband, a seventh-generation Texan, tells me as he pulls a branch toward him to examine the telltale nibble marks of white-tailed deer. We could barely walk a few yards in the woods of his family’s deer lease without spotting a beautyberry bush—a good thing, as both the leaves and the berries are a wildlife staple. The protein content of the leaves can reach more than 23 percent in spring, then drops as the year progresses and the plant’s energy goes into making the fruit. Deer browse the leaves in summer and fall. After the leaves have dropped, or been consumed, the deer then turn to the fruit for sustenance—as do armadillo, ’coon, fox, ’possum, squirrel, and songbird.
The berry clusters are a nearly neon fuschia-toned purple, appearing like little bomb-bursts along the long, arcing branches, and seem to glow in the drabness of the autumn woods. Plentiful throughout the Southeast, beautyberry ranges from Maryland south to Florida, and west through Missouri and down through Texas. From its abundance...
moreHog Heaven
Susan L. Ebert
Crown Roast of Wild Pork
Serves 10-12
Of course, you’ll need to leave the backstraps (tenderloins) attached to the ribs when you butcher your hog; you will also want to remove some of the shorter ribs, so figure about eight or nine useable ribs per side on a wild hog. (On the one shown here, I used a third rack of ribs, as I was serving 10 people.)
Use an upside-down pizza pan inside a large roasting pan as the “rack” for the crown roast: It allows the heat to circulate underneath and prevents scorching the bottom of the roast. Plus, you can build your gravy right in the roasting pan after lifting out the pizza pan with the roast.
This recipe was adapted from Tyler Florence’s “Ultimate Crown Roast” recipe.
See the finished crown roast at the bottom of this post.
1/2 bunch thyme, leaves only
1/2 bunch fresh sage, leaves only
2 cloves garlic, gently smashed and paper removed
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
Extra-virgin olive oil
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moreThe Crown Prince of Champion Lake
Susan L. Ebert
I hear him before I see him, the distinctive “zee-zee-zee-zoo-EET” echoing in the flooded timber cathedral where I stand hip-deep in tannin-stained water, shouldered into a massive cypress’ shadow, shotgun raised, eyes skyward. My shotgun barks once, and down, down, he spirals through the ashen-gray branches, in stained-glass window colors of iridescent emerald green, royal purple, garnet, indigo, chestnut, and gold, slashed with a brilliant white.
I make my way to him, flooded with emotions: elation that I made a great shot, and a tsunami-force wave of remorse as I cradle his lifeless body. I begin to weep; I can’t stop. My husband—as he’s wont to do—stays at a distance in respectful silence as I struggle to compose myself, for he well understands the complex emotions coursing through me. I’ve shot hundreds of ducks; Shannon, more than 5,000. We eat a lot of ducks. Each one is special . . . yet, some are more special than others. As I clasp this wood duck to me now, I struggle to understand my emotional reaction to having shot him.
I know that wood ducks—the only...
moreBlack Walnuts
Susan L. Ebert
Dorsey Watkins, Buyer of All Kinds of Logs,” read my papaw’s business card, and under that, in bigger, bold capital letters, “BLACK WALNUT.” Which pretty much sums it up: There’s jes’ any ole wood and then there’s black walnut. Native black walnuts range throughout the eastern and central U.S., and thrive in East Texas; just try to get there before the squirrels get ’em all. If you don’t, you can buy black walnuts at some supermarkets between Thanksgiving and Christmas, or online.
Black walnut is a much-coveted hardwood for fine furniture and gunstocks, and its wild nutmeat is as different from those English walnuts you’ll find bagged in the supermarket as dry-aged venison is from a fast-food burger. As a youngster, gathering the nuts themselves was the most fun—the trees thrive in the meadows and the woods, allowing for a good romp. We’d scurry around like squirrels to gather the fallen ones into wooden bushel baskets, and cart them back to dry on newspapers in the shed.
Walnut-shelling on the back porch was a Thanksgiving ritual for us grandkids—a time for the...
moreTeal Time!
Susan L. Ebert
Fingers crossed that tonight’s Comanche moon will help me see better in tomorrow’s pre-dawn when miniature fighter squadrons of bluewings buzz my dekes! Biologists who measure such things say that teal don’t fly any faster than larger ducks, which leaves those of us who’ve shot and missed (more than once) scratching our heads. (OK, I’m ducking my head in humiliation!) But mama’s hungry for teal, and I seem to shoot better on an empty stomach.
Try this speedy, super-easy recipe for these super-delicious ducks …
Jerk-Rubbed Orange Blue-Winged Teal
This is a simple, no-fail method for perfectly cooked, juicy teal every time; the sweet and spicy rub with the large raw sugar crystals caramelizes into a crispy skin, while the steaming orange juice bastes the teal from the inside out. You’ll need to start your preparation two days ahead to allow the ducks time to dry-age.
6 whole teal, plucked and cleaned (for plucking instructions, see sidebar on page 90 of...
moreSo long to snipe season
Susan L. Ebert
Snipe season just ended here in Texas on February 14, and although it began this past October 31, invariably we wait until after the close of duck season to hunt these delectable little morsels so as not to disturb ducks that loaf and feed in the same marshy habitat as do snipe.
Most folks — Southerners, at least — will either snicker or outright guffaw when you offer to take them snipe hunting: Seems being invited on a snipe hunt marked a rite of passage for many of us as children; led out into a field after dark, our somewhat-older-and-wiser siblings or cousins coached us with a whole set of elaborate instructions on how we should crouch in the moonlight, stock-still, holding an open gunny sack until the snipe ran into it … which of course never happened, much to the glee of our tormentors.
Not until adulthood did I learn that snipe really do exist; in fact, 2 million or so Wilson’s snipe inhabit North America. Wilson’s snipe (commonly called jacksnipe) present a challenge for even the most nimble wingshooters and, once roasted, its rich, dark flesh becomes a rare...
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