By way of introduction, I should clarify that I'm not a good hunter. I'm laughably bad at it. I wasn't taught to hunt at an early age; my first experience hunting was in my thirties. Even now after a couple years I'm still borderline helpless with things like wind direction and other high arts that are seemingly innate to the lifelong, skilled deer hunter. But my daughter, then five, tasted venison backstrap at a neighbor's house and subsequently issued a dictum to me that I must get her a deer, and I accepted the challenge, somewhat compensating for my lack of skill, knowledge, and experience with sheer force of bloody-minded will and patience. I learned to shoot a compound bow and crossbow in order to maximize potential opportunities for hunting seasons, and I gradually outfitted myself with all the required gear (and some, I discovered, not so required). My first season in 2014 I spent 100 hours in total from September to December, with no luck, but a lot of observation.
Last year, more of the same.
However, the first day of rifle season, a trio of does sauntered within range of my Enfield and at long last, success.
Thanks to a lot of self-teaching, I field-dressed the deer on my own, then hung it and processed it myself. In deference to the squeamish, the less said about that, the better. Finally, what I'd been after...a freezer full of venison.
Here's where things take a turn and where I differ in approach from a number of excellent hunters. I'll never be a great hunter, I know that. I can work to improve my odds as I learn from experience, but I'll never be that guy tracking a grizzly bear for days through the Alaskan wilderness or calling in bugling elk bulls with ease. However, what might be within my reach is to be a good cook. The tragedy of venison to me is that it is one of the finest meats available...the meat once reserved for kings...and in America, it tends to be ground up into burger, stewed into chili, or a variety of other serviceable and reasonable (but slightly mundane) culinary fates. (Perhaps that is not quite true, the more tragic thing for me is the unending parade of dead, festering deer left to rot on the side of busy highways...a much more wasteful and less humane end for a deer.) For some reason, every other hunter venison recipe I come across uses either bottled Italian dressing as a marinade, or canned cream of mushroom soup. I'm not sure how cream of mushroom soup and Italian dressing became the ubiquitous components of a the hunter's pantry...kind of an odd couple of anomalies in the space time continuum. Why those things specifically?
Anyhow, my intent was, in order to pay the most respect to this animal, to ensure that every meal I make with it would be a bit special, a sort of round-the-world tour for the deer. So without further ado:
Greek Roasted Leg of Venison
An entire front leg and shoulder were carefully marinated in a Greek marinade with lots of garlic, olive oil, and oregano, and then smoke-roasted whole on the grill. Served with a salad, hummus, olives, pita, rice, feta, and a nice white wine. In the future I might try this with a different cut...the many muscles of the whole leg were relatively tough and hard to get cooked evenly without overcooking, but the taste was excellent, similar to lamb.
A variant of the English classic Shepherd's Pie, using (as is common for the original dish) shredded leftovers from the roast. Well-browned onion with minced carrot and tart apple go into the filling with the meat and a makeshift brown gravy, seasoned with Worcestershire and a bit of catsup, and stewed til tender, then topped with potato mash and Cheddar, and baked.
Having learned a lesson from the slightly tough Greek roast, the other front leg was broken down into sections, and then slowly simmered all day in a Mexican style broth with chilies, onion, cumin, cinnamon, oregano, and garlic. Once completely tender, it is deboned, shredded, and added back into the broth. Served with tortillas, rice, black beans, sour cream, pico de gallo, olives, lettuce, and homemade queso fresco.
Venison Liver Pâté
I went into this with some trepidation, not being a fan of liver, but having saved the large, intact liver from the doe, not wishing it to go to waste. After kicking around the idea of braunschweiger, I opted instead to go for a French pâté, albeit with venison liver. After soaking the liver in buttermilk overnight, I sautéed it with bacon and a good amount of shallots. Then after processing it with butter, cream, spices, and port wine, I packed in small (but not small enough...a little of this goes a long way) jars and baked it a bit further in a water bath. Served with a baguette my wife made, and the accompanying port is essential (by all means, take the upgrade to Armagnac if you wish). Takes fortitude to work your way through something as "richly flavored" as this, I admit.
Norwegian Grilled Backstrap with Gjetost Sauce
Finally I broke out the backstrap...the long, lean loin muscle on either side of the spine on the animal. This is one of my favorite recipes that I borrowed from Andreas Viestad...his original uses venison, but in years past I would use beef sirloin as a substitute due to my lack of venison, and I've always grilled instead of panfried in my version. Fennel and juniper are used to provide a rub, and after grilling to medium-rare (these ones look almost more rare, but venison is quite red to begin with, compared to beef), I made a sauce with some stock, sour cream, more juniper and fennel, and a fantastic albeit rare ingredient, Norwegian gjetost cheese. It is a caramelized brown goat cheese that adds a lovely almost sweet (but still savoury) flavor to the sauce. Spätzle isn't exactly authentic, but it pairs nicely enough.
Kung Pao Venison
Slicing some thin sections of meat off of a leg roast, I made a wok-full of this Szechuan specialty. Velveted the meat, and stirfried with vegetables and peanuts. As is my usual practice I ended up making it a bit spicy for the kids, unfortunately, and Debra was not a great fan of the mouth-numbing effects of the Szechuan peppercorns. Other than that, not bad at all.
Back over to Scandinavia for this Finnish specialty, translated as "Sautéed Reindeer". We're a bit too far south for reindeer or caribou, but whitetail is close enough for me. Strips of meat are shaved off a semi-frozen roast as thinly as possible, then it is sautéed with onion, salt, and pepper, and a bit of beer. In this case, homebrewed sahti, a very old unboiled, unhopped style ale from Finland that is brewed with branches of juniper. The meat is served on mashed potatoes and accompanied by fried mushrooms, lingonberry, and more sahti.
A proper German "hunter's cutlet", thin breaded cutlets fried in butter, with a mushroom cream sauce. The acorn spätzle was no one's favorite except Peter who ate it with gusto...made with flour processed from white oak acorns, had a bit too much bitterness for our liking, but certainly edible. Doppelbock (not home-brewed...I tend to stick to top-fermented beers these days) to accompany.
Tacos de Venado al Pastor
Returning, as Jimi might say, "way down, to Mexico way", I marinated and grilled flank steak to make a rough equivalent to tacos al pastor, with grilled pineapple, salsa, guacamole, lime, smoked cheese, and marinated onions. Hadn't sliced it up yet in this pic, just fresh off the grill.
Thence further south to Peru for anticuchos. Anticuchos are marinated and grilled beef heart kebabs, essentially, and having achieved a double lung shot, the heart was in fine condition, so I kept it...carefully trimmed and cut up, it is more like steak than one's usual idea of organ meats. The marinade is a spicy concoction of smoked chilies, wine vinegar, and herbs...a bit spicier than my kids liked, but great flavor. Accompanied with grilled corn and potatoes, aji verde, and pisco sours.
Lurching northwards up to the Jewish delicatessens of New York City, I took a leg roast and brine cured it for a few days, then cold smoked it for a few hours at refrigerator temperatures. Then a pepper-coriander rub, followed by hot-smoking until cooked. Thinly sliced on a meat slicer, and served with mustard and pickles on marble rye. The wine is, of course, completely ridiculous, but it completes the tableau, one might say...I couldn't find the celery soda (Cel-Ray is it?) served in many delis.
The tough, collagen-rich shank is ideal for a pot of Hungarian gulyás, or goulash. Traditionally cooked outdoors over a fire in a bogrács (kettle), a great way to enjoy the early spring weather. Onions, peppers, carrots, various spices (but large quantities of paprika) go into this, and the meat is slowly braised into tenderness. Then near the end, in go the csipetke, small pinched pasta or dumplings.
Served with a cherry pálinka I first found in a Hungarian market in Chicago...similar to German kirschwasser and very aromatic.
Venison Bridie Pies
Forfar Bridies are a Scottish meat pie from the town of Forfar. I made mine with puff pastry, and a onion and apple filling with the meat minced by hand. The leftover bits of pastry I tossed on for decoration, realizing only later that they looked a bit like a St. Andrews cross...a lucky accident. A dessert of cranachan (without the usual whisky added, for the rest of the family), which is made from toasted oats, whipped cream, honey, and raspberries, and a glass of Islay whisky (Laphroaig, which is essentially a smoke bomb in a glass) for me. Wildly popular with the family.
I should also show one of my favorite new tools, used to slice frozen meat for my next recipe...my 4" Finnish-made puukko in carbon steel, an utterly lovely knife and certainly the best quality knife I've ever used.
Saseum Bulgogi (사슴 불고기)
That's about the extent of my ability to translate into Korean / Hangul. Sesame-marinated leg steaks of venison, grilled and then sliced, served in lettuce wraps with cucumber, scallions, rice, a dipping sauce, and gochujang, a hot pepper paste.
Japanese sukiyaki is normally cooked at the table and eaten as you go. The frozen meat was sliced incredibly thinly (again, thank you, puukko) and we prepared a table with bok choy, mushrooms, tofu, noodles, and scallions, and then fried the meat initially in some sesame oil, adding the sweet soy/sake sauce after, and then adding the vegetables (noodles coming last to absorb the remaining sauce).
The kids enjoyed using their new chopsticks:
I'm not too well versed in the various cuisines of Africa, having taken very amateurish stabs at Moroccan cuisine, and being interested but not experienced in Ethiopian cuisine. South African cuisine appears to be quite the melting pot, integrating native and colonial influences in much the same way that some Caribbean nations do (English, Boer, Bantu, Indian, and Malay influences are all there). Bobotie is an interesting and allegedly iconic dish of South Africa that is similar in some respects to a Shepherd's Pie, but topped with an egg and bay leaf mixture instead of mashed potatoes, and seasoned strongly with curry spices, dried fruit, and chutney. A very piquant dish, balancing sweet and spicy. South African yellow rice, and apricot blatjang (a chutney of sorts made from vinegar and dried apricots among other things) rounded it out, and a small Chicken of the Woods mushroom I found that morning while hiking was sautéed in butter and seasoned with Piri-Piri sauce.
Pierogis are a sort of Polish ravioli, and in some ways surpass their Italian cousins. I did two versions...one, to please the family that clamors for such fillings, a bacon and potato filled pierogi (on the right), and the other, minced venison cooked with onion and dill, and blended with a homemade farmer's cheese. Handmade, boiled until they float, sautéed until slightly browned in bacon fat, and served topped with fried onion. All things in moderation, I suppose...
Back to Finland to give another shot at this fantastic dish. Another batch of sahti was ready by this time (a little less juniper character than I would prefer....only a few cones on the branches when brewing). Also served were karjalanpiirakat, Karelian savoury pastries made from a hearty rye flour and stuffed with a rice porridge, and pulla, a Finnish slightly-sweet braided bread made with cardamom.
Rajasthani Laal Maans
I've been a student of Indian cooking for many years, and it seemed unlikely that I'd happen across anything close to an authentic recipe for venison in India. However, in the desert state of Rajasthan, game would be taken and served to princes in this fiery, chile-rich dish (the chilies serving to mask any gaminess...which is not something I've noted with my deer). Nowadays Laal Maans is mainly made from goat, but I'm reverting it to its older variation. Served with basmati and layered kalonji paratha.
Hjortfilé med Blåbärsås
The tenderloin is, true to its name, extremely tender, owing to its location along the back on the inside of the vertebrae, where it does little work. We decided to do this one relatively simple using a Swedish venison recipe with a savoury blueberry and red wine sauce. Dill potatoes, cucumber, and some lingonberry ice cream, with it.
Gỏi Thịt Nai
Vietnamese grilled venison salad, with marinated backstrap grilled medium (was aiming for a bit more medium rare, but the children came outside and distracted me) sliced thin atop a bed of greens, peppers, shallots, herbs, and tomato. Served with a lime-soy dipping sauce and dressing, some fresh summer rolls, and a freshly-baked baguette (not pictured).
A Russian classic that has gone somewhat international, a stroganov made with thinly shaved venison and mushrooms in a creamy sauce, bedded on potatoes and served with berry-infused vodka. The Russian black rye bread was hearty and flavored with fennel...the family wasn't as much a fan of that, so I ate that for at least a week as my lunch. The stroganov, on the other hand, was well received, and didn't last long.
The Argentine tradition of asado is normally a beef-focused affair, but it seemed like a fine way to cook the last of the backstrap...grilled rare over wood with nothing more than salt to season. Sausages (not homemade) thrown in as well.
The picado plate (a sort of appetizer tray of cured meats and cheeses) was popular, as you might expect, although I wasn't a great fan of my chimichurri sauce, which seemed to emulsify. Wine, of course, is a Malbec.
Venison Apple Pasty
As a countering shot to the Argies, I took some of the leftover grilled backstrap and cooked up a British style venison and apple pie (with cheddar and a few minced chanterelles thrown in), not necessarily an emblematic dish of the Falkland Islands, but properly British...and the so-called Islas Malvinas are indeed "properly British"! Some homebrewed cider was on tap, which went well with it.
Carne de Vinho d'Alhos
Off to another island, perhaps a bit more tropical than the chilly Falklands...Madeira. Portuguese-governed and unspeakably beautiful (or so the pictures imply), one of their famed dishes is this meat (usually pork) pickled in acidic wine and garlic, then fried. Pão de Bico is a simple Portuguese bread to accompany, as well as fruit and vinho verde.
By way of trivia, this dish is the etymological origin of the Indian curry vindaloo; the Portuguese brought their cooking style to their colony in Goa, and the traditional dish evolved into vindaloo. You will commonly see Indian restaurants serve potatoes in vindaloo, a mistaken assumption based on the fact that "aloo" is Hindi for potato. In my opinion potatoes have no place in either the Portuguese or Goan dish, it is an accident of false cognates.
Rendang Daging Rusa
Rendang is an Indonesian specialty that holds similarities to Thai curries, but what sets it apart is it is cooked and stewed until the coconut milk boils away, and the spicy meat fries to a dark hue in the separated oil. The combination of sweet, salty, and spicy made this a new favorite for me. Served with jasmine rice, spring rolls, and a chopped salad.
Finland's sourthern neighbor was our next destination, in the Baltic republic of Estonia. Soviet domination seemed to encourage the integration of Russian cultural aspects, and these baked pirukad stuffed with minced venison, bacon, and mushrooms are not unlike Russian pirozhki. Raspberry kissel, somewhere between a drink and a fruit soup or dessert, was beloved by the children, surprise surprise, as was the Estonian kringel, which you could describe as a tarted up cinnamon roll. Washed down with a blackcurrant mead, just bottled recently.
I took my time getting around to what is normally a staple...Italian cuisine...in part because I was planning to do ravioli, and we kept hemming and hawing, whatever that might mean, about whether to buy one of those ravioli crimper things. In the end we decided to skip that and do tortellini, which are a bit like micro-pierogies rolled up into a circle. Served with a roasted red pepper cream sauce (very nearly as simple as it sounds: red peppers blackened over a fire blended with cream and some onion and garlic sauteed in olive oil), insalata caprese, and a Montepulciano d'Abruzzo.
Venison Koubideh Kabob
Off to Iran...I ground onion and venison together but the end product was a little too wet to stay on the skewer at the grill, so we'll call this "deconstructed" koubideh kabob, on chelow rice with grilled peppers and tomatoes, shirazi salad (almost identical to Indian kachumbar) and sabzi. The beverage is a minted doogh (yogurt and club soda, essentially).
Canadian night for our globe-trotting doe...the classic poutine, modified slightly with a juniper-spiced venison gravy. Nanaimo bars out of Vancouver Island for dessert, and Le Sang du Caribou, a wine and maple based drink customarily served at Quebec's winter carnival in ice cups, to accompany.
Having neglected the southern contingent of continental Scandinavia, we made amends with some Danish cooking. Frikadeller med brun sovs, a sort of flattened cousin of the Swedish meatball, with the colourfully named Brændende Kærlighed (potato mash topped with bacon and onion), Havarti, pickles, and apple. To finish, the classic Danish shibboleth, Rødgrød Med Fløde, a viscous berry dessert with cream.
Phad Kee Mao
A staple of Thai restaurants, velveted venison stir fried in a wok with basil, wide rice noodles, and a soy-based sauce.
The classic BBQ dish of Serbia...Ćevapčići. Served with lepinje (pita), ajvar, kajmak, šljivovica, and a meze platter with suho meso and slanina.
Off to Jamaica, with a spicy-yet-still-restrained bit of marinated and smoked jerk venison. Served with coconut-infused rice and peas, fried plantains, a tropical fruit salad, punch for the kids and Dark and Stormys for the of-age.
Pineapple Venison Sliders
And finally, the last bit of frozen venison from deer serial no. 1 is gone, with a trip to Hawaii, or at least a tiki-themed facsimile thereof. Pineapple soy venison sliders, with a teriyaki slaw and pineapple BBQ sauce, and rice onigiri, lomi-lomi salmon, a dessert of Jello/lava and gummy worms/"hydrothermal vent tube worms", and some tiki punch for everyone.
To our 2015 doe, mahalo, and aloha 'oe!