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Thursday, January 08, 2009

I was squirrelish when squirrelish wasn't cool

Squirrel is quite the thing in Great Britain:

Mr. Henderson, who cooks with both poetry and passion, sometimes prepares his squirrels “to recreate the bosky woods they come from,” braising them with bacon, “pig’s trotter, porcini and whole peeled shallots to recreate the forest floor.” He serves it with wilted watercress “to evoke the treetops.”

Other chefs may be less lyrical, but they are no less enthusiastic. The Famous Wild Boar Hotel in Britain’s Lake District serves squirrel Peking-duck style; at Matfen Hall, a grand country house hotel, it is layered with hazelnuts into a terrine; in Cornwall, it can be found baked into the iconic meat pie known as a pasty.

My father would be appalled, yet amused.

The reason for the spurt of squirrel-eating in England is the advent of the gray squirrel from the US, fondly known from public parks and roadsides all around the country. They have seriously encroached on the habitat of the native red squirrel since their arrival in England. A cry of "Eat a gray, save a red!" has rung from the rafters of many a restaurant.

Who knew how fashionable my family was all those years ago?

My dad is a big-time hunter. He spends a little time with a gun over his shoulder more days than not doing the year. He hunts deer, squirrel, rabbits, doves, grouse, whatever is in season and relatively nearby. And since he hunts it, I grew up eating it. I must confess, however, that I no longer have a taste for it. I am strictly a White Meat girl - chicken, turkey, pork - except for beef (ummm... beef) and ham. I don't do chicken wings. I don't like the darker parts of a pig. I will eat the occasional venison and enjoy it; it's especially good ground up in chili, where the stronger flavor enhances the dish. The others... not so much. However, it's a flavor thing, not a squeamishness thing. I say, hunt to your heart's content!!

The article also gives helpful hints, including: "squirrels must be shot in the head; a body shot renders them impossible to skin or eat..." which would be a surprise to my dad. But this riddle is solved by the next bit of advice: "Skinning a squirrel is “difficult and unpleasant,” the food writer Leslie Mackley said, adding, “You have to fight to rip the skin from the flesh.” Well, yes. Few animals care to be accommodating in losing their skin. In their judgment, the skin wasn't made for ripping from the flesh. It was made to cover the flesh. So removing it is bound to be inconvenient and messy. From what I've seen, dressing out any animal or fish is "difficult and unpleasant". I'm very glad someone does it, though, because eating them is neither.

And in this time of global financial downturns, be grateful that eating the latest haute cuisine involves little more than a stroll into the woods behind your house with the appropriate firearm* loaded and at hand.

* Don't ask me what the appropriate one is. I am a disappointment to my father in my failure to master gunsmanship.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

"We want you to succeed"

President-elect Obama met with the current and surviving past presidents today, at a luncheon hosted at the White House by President Bush. The group met with reporters in the Oval Office before the meal, and President Bush welcomed Obama with these words:

"We want you to succeed."

I think that's exactly right and what should be in the hearts of every American. Now, what we each think "success" means ranges over a broad spectrum of political beliefs and approaches. But the basic message, to me, is this - "We want you to guide this country in a way that will leave America better off at the end than at the beginning, or at least no worse." That's a pretty tall order. We can also debate "better off" or "no worse", but I think we all know the essence of that. We want to stay free. We want to be safe. We want to stay relatively solvent. We want to worship God as we choose. That's all.

So, President Obama will be in my prayers, sincerely and frequently. I hope God will guide him and the country through the rocky years ahead. And I hope Obama tends more to rationalism than liberalism. It's our best hope.