Field to Forest Pot Pie

A very satisfying meal, in more ways than one.
A meal that is created from hunting, foraging and gardening finds!

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FORAGING FOR A CONNECTION

Connections can happen in a blink of an eye or they can develop over time. However they happen and whether they be made with people, places or things, they can fun, rewarding, and beneficial. Farm Folk City Folk reached out to me and asked if I could be a guest blogger on their website. I’ve…

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Fish Tacos made with ‘not-your-typical’ fish

This post may be the only one ever written about Lake Whitefish being made into Fish Taco’s so far. If I owned a restaurant, I would serve this!

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‘Poor Man’s Lobster’ Roll

Poor Man’s Lobster. I’m not poor when I eat this wild dish. I want a whole Lota Lota of this!

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Can you pass the Mushroom Ketchup please?

If you are reading this, I’d like to relish the fact that you’ve mustard up the courage to ketchup to my level.
As a hunter-gatherer and a consumer of food grown on a farm or a greenhouse, I am always on the look out to combine all the flavors, wild or not, in new and interesting ways. Why just have Tomato Ketchup when you can have Mushroom Ketchup?

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‘Bear’ with me: the Bear facts, the Bear truth, and left Bear naked

THERE’S ONE! Ugh! You are a beautiful color phase Black Bear, but I have to pass you up. It’s Saturday, it’s hot outside and I cannot process you without spoiling before I get back home tomorrow. OH WAIT! THERE’S ANOTHER ONE! Wow! You are a gorgeous color phase Black Bear, all brown and blonde. Wait…are…

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The humble Pea Mouth Chubb: To eat or not to eat? That is the question.

“I won’t eat those!” says an associate of mine. “They are garbage. Ick!” Others tell me to leave them on the ice for Eagles and Otters. Whatever I do, don’t  put them back into the lake as they are a course fish…garbage fish, too bony and too small to eat. I study the small fish…

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The Perilous Voyage to Anderson and Seton Lake

I’m not a complete wimp…I did have my eyes open the majority of the trip. I’m being dramatic.  It is a freaky thing to know that you could plummet to your death multiple times on a voyage.

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I see a ‘ky-OAT-ee’

I wait what seems like forever, to have the coyotes’ vital area come into view. It does. I see the area behind the shoulder and pull the trigger. The shot rings out over the clearing. It’s done. It’s down. It lays still.

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