Squirrel Stew, Like Grandma Made The scent alone could transport me back to Grandma Bessie’s cozy kitchen in the blink of an eye. It wasn’t just the hearty aroma of simmering meat and vegetables, but a deep, comforting earthiness that filled every corner of the room. I remember sitting at her worn wooden table, the … Read more
Squirrel Fricassee: A Taste of the Wild The first time I had squirrel was at my grandfather’s hunting cabin. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of woodsmoke and damp leaves. I remember the way he carefully placed a steaming bowl in front of me, the rich aroma of browned meat and gravy swirling … Read more
Squirrel Gumbo: A Taste of the Wild My earliest memories are painted with the earthy aroma of simmering gumbo, a dish my grandfather, a seasoned outdoorsman, prepared after a successful hunt. It wasn’t just a meal; it was a ritual, a celebration of nature’s bounty and the skills passed down through generations. While chicken or … Read more
Squirrel Mulligan: A Taste of the Wild I can still picture my grandfather, a twinkle in his eye and a worn, leather-bound cookbook in his hand, recounting stories of simpler times. He’d tell me of hunting trips with his own father, tales of tracking game through crisp autumn woods, and the hearty meals that followed. … Read more
Sweet Baked Squirrel: An Appalachian Delicacy The memory is as crisp as the autumn air in the Smokies. My grandmother, a woman whose hands could coax flavor from the humblest ingredients, used to hum a little tune as she prepared squirrel. Not just any squirrel, mind you, but this particular sweet baked rendition. The aroma … Read more
Squirrel Mulligan: A Taste of the Ozarks The first time I had Squirrel Mulligan, I was maybe ten years old, sitting around a campfire deep in the Arkansas Ozarks with my Uncle Billy. The aroma alone – a rich, earthy, savory scent swirling with woodsmoke – was enough to make my mouth water. It wasn’t … Read more
Chuck’s Wild Brunswick Stew The memory hits me like a blast of warmth from a wood-burning stove. Snow piled high outside, the wind howling a mournful tune, and the aroma of simmering meat and vegetables permeating every corner of the cabin. My grandfather, Chuck, would always be at the helm of the oversized pot, stirring … Read more
Squirrel Pot Pie: A Taste of the Wild There’s something truly special about a pot pie, a hearty, comforting dish that evokes memories of cozy kitchens and family gatherings. But there’s pot pie, and then there’s squirrel pot pie. As a young chef, I remember my grandfather, an avid outdoorsman, bringing home his harvest from … Read more
Campfire Roasted Squirrel: A Taste of the Wild The smell of woodsmoke and roasting meat is forever etched in my memory, a primal aroma that transports me back to crisp autumn days spent hunting with my grandfather. He taught me everything, from tracking game to preparing it over an open fire. Of all the dishes … Read more
Squirrel Stew, Like Grandma Made The scent alone takes me back. Back to crisp autumn days in the Appalachian foothills, leaves crunching underfoot, and the promise of a hearty meal warming on Grandma’s stove. It wasn’t just food; it was a connection to the land, to a way of life where resourcefulness and simple ingredients … Read more
Sherried Squirrel (Or Rabbit): A Taste of the Wild I’ll never forget the first time I tasted Sherried Squirrel. It was at a hunting lodge nestled deep in the Appalachian Mountains, the air thick with woodsmoke and anticipation. My grandfather, a man who knew the land like the back of his hand, had prepared it. … Read more
Basic Fried Rabbit or Squirrel: A Taste of the Wild The scent of woodsmoke and frying meat always takes me back to my grandfather’s hunting cabin in the Appalachian mountains. He was a master of making the most of what the land provided, and I have vivid memories of him transforming humble rabbits and squirrels … Read more
Buttermilk Squirrel Pie: A Taste of Appalachian Comfort The aroma alone transports me back to my grandmother’s kitchen in the Appalachian mountains. As a child, I remember her carefully preparing this pie, a dish born of necessity and resourcefulness. Though I initially wrinkled my nose at the idea of squirrel, the first bite proved revelatory … Read more
Barbecued Limb Rat: A Taste of the Wild The scent always takes me back. Woodsmoke clinging to denim, the hushed crackle of the fire under a star-strewn sky, and that savory, slightly gamey aroma of barbecued limb rat wafting through the cool night air. My grandpa, a seasoned outdoorsman, swore it was the best thing … Read more