O.K., so I finally have something worth posting.
I was on my way back from lunch today with some friends. We ate Thai food, and I tried some duck curry, which was really good. I've never had duck that I enjoy before because the only duck I've ever eaten has been duck I shot. Really gamey and oily tasting, and there's nothing worse than biting down to find a steel BB that you missed while you were cleaning them. I commented that it was the first time I had eaten farmed duck, and that I don't like wild duck. One of my friends asked me if it was any good, which I told her it wasn't. She told me that maybe I wasn't cooking it right, to which I replied, "well, I did make some jerky out of it once that wasn't that bad..." Pretty much the whole car laughed at the same time, but the humor was lost on me. I didnt' think I had said anything funny. Then one of the girls commented that she loved hearing my statements like, "I made some jerky out of it once..." that you don't hear ever day in Albany, and they all laughed in approval. I was still confused, because as far as I was concerned, there wasn't anything unusual about what I said. It was another one of those realizations of how different of a culture it is out here. I'm gaining a reputation as being a country boy, which I'm not. But then again, by comparison to many of the people out here, I'm a regular Jed Clampet.
About Me
- The Dally Llama
- I'm not a law student any more, but I am still boring. Occasionally I come up with something worthwhile to say, and I post it. Mostly I post stupid stuff when it comes to mind. But for some reason, a surprising number of people stop by to look, even though almost nobody ever comments. (For all you blog stalkers out there, I've been stalking you back using a cool hit tracker tool I found. I know who you are...).
6 comments:
Those city slickers. Oh, if they had only just been with us up at the cabin tonight. Shooting guns, discussing all things shot and hanging on the walls, riding four wheelers, drinking water from a spring (that just got fixed three weeks ago after the elk mired around in it)...
Not that city-living is bad, but what a sad thing if you've never really experienced nature--not just looked at it, but actually lived in it.
You should just go buy some stuff and make jerky for those city folk.
More like I should go kill something and make jerky out of it...
absolutely! Then have a big jerky social. It will be a hit. In fact, you could have different types of jerky set out on plates (labeled, of course) for people to sample. You know, squirrel, possum, armadillo, rabbit, quail...It will be a hit.
Jerk.
Duck jerky? Never heard of any fowl being made into jerky. I'll pass on any recipe offers.
I'll pass on the duck also, wild or farm raised.
Albany? How in tarnations did you end up in Albany? I thought my move to Texas was drastic. . .
Looks like more people that I know have a creative side in them then I had ever thought. Here I see two in one family. Wowsers!
your blog is interesting!
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