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Wild turkey, with a small ‘t’

Four pounds of it, snagged by hunter Karl, brined and waiting for the smoker.

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The turkey’s purpose is to inspire a group of non-turkey hunters before their turkey hunt this weekend. Just before turkey season begins for everyone else, the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources has a Learn to Hunt program, organized by Karl. I’ll be hunting, even though I lost my glasses this week. As will W., and a few other wild-food-friendly friends. It’s a natural progression from hunting mushrooms to hunting moving prey, a leap that requires substantially more hand-eye coordination.

I am petrified of drying out the meat; Ruhlman has advised keeping the temperature as low as possible. Also, we may have to engage in some Poor Housewife Witchery to stretch it out over the expected crowd. Perhaps something involving the other Wild Turkey.

Thanksgiving: Mushroom stuffing, naturally

Happy T-Day, everyone. I’m thankful for a lot of things. Number one is health, at least enough of it to go pick some oyster mushrooms yesterday in my parents’ part of the Midwest. A corollary is that I’m thankful this year not to have eaten, despite the dangerous combination of adventurous spirit + paltry knowledge, the wrong mushroom. Yet. A secondary corollary is that I’m thankful the maggots aren’t up to eating the oysters in this kind of weather.

Number two, family. They made the leap of faith last night to eat those mushrooms, even if it scared them. Nobody even mentioned it last night. Or did you know Mom put them in? Well, now you do. And see? You’re fine, right?

Number three, I am thankful for the power of digestion to erase, more or less, all that turkey. Oh god yes.