Yep. I mean in Pittsburgh hot like they use cow salivary glands...still eat the hell outta them too. I ain't skeerd. (of course this is coming from someone that tried coyote more than once, so...)
I've tried coyote cooked two different ways, neither of which I would repeat or request. Beaver is perhaps the poorest tasting wild meat that I have tried. Always "game" to try though.
I ate a bunch of these last week. Mom was back in the hospital ( she is OK and back home now) and I was there late every night. The only thing open was a gas station, so I had the slim jim and cheese combo packs 3 nights on a row.
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When I was a wee lad we moved from Chicago to SoCal traveling via route 66. We stopped for lunch at a small restaurant somewhere in either NM or AZ run by "natives". I had a tuna sandwich, it was awful. Dark meat, strong fishy odor, and tasted gamey. A year or so later I was cat sitting my neighbors kitty. When I opened the food can marked tuna I had a DeJa'Vu moment; same color, smell, and, presumably taste (no way was I testing)..............ah ha!
We have a convenience store chain named Allsups. They have world famous beef and beef burritos and a burrito called a chimichanga that take the place of slim Jim’s in my world. Their burritos make Taco Bell look like amateurs when it comes to promoting regularity.
It is great that there are products like this that can effectively take the lower grade meats and other scraps and turn them into something delicious. Take low grade meat, add some fat, grind it up, and you have a great sausage.
Having a Dad who owned the local grocery store and butcher shop our family always ate the lower grade meats and leftovers. Slim Jims were a step up from our normal fare. I haven’t had one in decades but now I just might for nostalgia’s sake.
Potted meat, or Vienna Sausages, or Underwood Deviled Ham, with saltines, a Coke, and a Camel cigarette was considered a workingman’s lunch by all the male customers coming into my Dad’s store around noon.
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