tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post7607927599396102969..comments2024-03-27T15:44:43.564-08:00Comments on What Do I Know?: Nicole Stellon O'Donnell's Steam LaundryStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10498066938213558757noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post-83161121314443843782018-06-20T05:25:42.291-08:002018-06-20T05:25:42.291-08:00Not a problem at all. We enjoyed moose as well (an...Not a problem at all. We enjoyed moose as well (and depending on the particular meat, moose might be said to be a bit better to most folk).Jacob Dugan-Brausehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06287631724339961459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post-82653328588137420132018-06-19T23:46:24.677-08:002018-06-19T23:46:24.677-08:00Whoops. It should have been moose that he had. I&...Whoops. It should have been moose that he had. I'll fix it, but that shouldn't affect your memories. Thanks for letting me know.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10498066938213558757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30897652.post-46059333945823567772018-06-19T22:18:28.980-08:002018-06-19T22:18:28.980-08:00Steve, thank you. In my morning ritual reading new...Steve, thank you. In my morning ritual reading news round the world, I needed to find a moment to throw on a blanket and pause. You've touched memory: my Alaska upbringing was in a hunting, fishing, boating family (I was even learning to fly). We were rarely without caribou, moose, rabbit, bird, salmon, shrimp, crab and other animals that had the misfortune of becoming our food.<br /><br />I learned butchering game to cuts, making hamburger, even loading our own ammunition (of all things for a later-in-life Quaker!) and lots of target practice -- but I wouldn’t hunt. I left that to my brothers and dad as I was a Bambi’s mother-shot-in-the-field, no-kill resistor (who still ate meat, oops).<br /><br />I largely eat veg now, even some vegan substitutes, but I do love milk, cheese and eggs. I’ll forgive myself, for now. I’m grateful I know about food of the land in Alaska. Because of this, I'm ready and able to defend the choice to hunt among those who never knew it, but choose to condemn it.<br /><br />Food memories are cherished; your caribou stew is my memory. Maybe I’ll read the book.<br />Jacob Dugan-Brausehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06287631724339961459noreply@blogger.com