Honest Kitchen: Honest, whole food cooked from scratch. Simple, delicious and sometimes from the wild side. Robin, Erin and Michelle often prepare wild game, mushrooms, berries and other foods they harvest, grow or buy locally. Regardless - come cook with us. Copy this paragraph (please leave the links) into your blog and leave your link in comments each Wednesday so everyone can visit.
My first Honest Kitchen is already a little off. I am not publishing a recipe although I have a couple ready to go. Instead, I want to write a little bit about getting prepared for those wonderful local meals when you don't have a garden.
Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) is one of the best and easiest ways to get local produce for your honest kitchen. There are a few things to take into consideration when you are buying into a CSA: how much are you ready to spend? How much food will you need and for me, is it convenient to get each week?
The cost and amount of food vary with most CGA…
No matter what animal I hunt, I always come back to deer. Hunting predators like bear and coyote are great and I'm eager to check off turkey and moose but I plan my vacations around deer season.
After getting yelled at last season, we decided to build a permanent structure a little further into woods and close to the same property line. It was hard to visualize what it would look like and Dad had great plans for our third permanent deer stand.
He built it in the barn and we tested out sizes, wall height and visibility. We were going to put it up in late January but time got away from us and February hit bringing about five feet of snow in four weeks. So instead, Dad used the snowmobile to bring pieces of the stand over to our build spot.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, Dad started building. He needed help with the roof so Hubby, Dad and I took the snowmobiles over and lifting it into place. The stand is a little wobbly but when the snow melts and the ground hardens, we will …
Once King was sedated and out, Jake and Mitch got ready to pull the cubs out. We stood closer to where they were in a semi-circle and watched. Lisa explained what was happening and the fact that this was more than likely, the first time the cubs had ever seen day light.
Mitch put the first cub against his chest and let go. The cub stuck to the wool jacket with it's claws, like Velcro. Jake handed him the second cub and Lisa stepped in to help. As Jake got King ready to come out of the den, Mitch tagged the cubs in each ear, weighed and measured them and described them for Lisa to write down.
Cub tagged 501: male, 5 1/2lbs, white blaze on chest
Cub tagged 502: female, 5 lbs, small white patches on chest, larger patch on right side.
Once the cubs were tagged, they were passed around. They smelled like dirt and were soft and cuddly like a puppy. They were both trying to snuggle and get warm again but were not opposed to c…
I had been awake for five hours when we pulled into the IFW office in Ashland at 8am. It was deceivingly beautiful out with the bright sun and deep blue sky but the wind kept the temperatures close to single digits. Still, we knew once we were in the woods, we wouldn't be thinking about the temps.
Our group was fortunate enough to be going out with bear biologists Mitch Jackman, Jake Feener and one of the most well known biologists, Lisa Bates. It was a 17 mile truck ride into the woods from the office followed by a two mile bushwacking snowmobile ride to the den.
This particular den had been marked in January when the biologists had shown up expecting to see mom and two yearlings. Instead, they heard cub cries and immediately left to come back in March. The bear, named King, is seven years old. Her mom BB (for Bartlett Bear) had been denning in this same area until she was harvested during the hunting season a few years ago. After that, King moved back into the are and…
I was cleaning up pictures and came across these two from a few years ago. The smell was horrible but after a while I got used to it. I don't know if it was the (lack of) quality pot that I used or the fact that I did this on my grill and then stove when I ran out of propane, but I had to throw it all away when I was done. At least I got a cool mount!
It is always fun to see a Bald Eagle, especially when you least expect it. I found this bird sitting in a tree, being carefully watched by two crows.
It was a cold morning - around 5 degrees, so when I rolled my window down the heat from inside the car escaped and created a blurry look to the pictures. I wasn't willing to get out of the car in case the bird flew.
We had just gotten back from snowmobiling when Dad said that there was a turkey outside. We watched as more and more birds flew down and started pecking at the dirt spots on the ground. At their closest, they were about 10 feet from the back steps. I kept waiting for one to land on the snowmobile, but none did.
We counted 14 in all. The spent about an hour pecking at the dirt and roaming around the yard. From there, they headed onto the mountain. A few of them stayed near a water spot for the rest of the afternoon. I am not sure if they were enjoying the block from the wind or if they were actually spending that much time pecking and drinking. Either way, they were around and in no hurry.
I am hoping that this flock hangs around until the spring season. I want to get a turkey this year!