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Sunday 26 September 2010

THE WORLD OF NATURE, THE CREATOR, EVOLVING, INCLUDING BEAR RECIPES


THE WORLD OF NATURE, CEATOROF ALL, EVOLVING.
HOW MUCH BETTER OFF WE WOULD BE IF IT WERE STILL ALIVE, INSTEAD OF A RUG OR TROPHY?
Polar Bear-Grizzly Hybrid Discovered  Simply through shooting this unique animal the superheroes, may well have destroyed not only the only chance either species had for survival but they undoubtably contributed to man's eventual extinction as well. Hybridization (often called assimilation when used in reference to humans), would allow the polar bear to leave the ice packs, while the grizzly could survive higher up into the tundra; due to global warming and the TROPHY HUNTING, it may well have been the only hope either species had for survival and to avoid extinction.
THE POLAR BEAR (AN ENDANGERED SPECIES ON THE VERGE ON EXTINCTION) IS THE WORLD’S ONLY CARNIVEROUS BEAR.

      THE PROUD SUPERHEROES
May 11, 2006—DNA analysis has confirmed that a bear shot in the Canadian Arctic last month is a half-polar bear, half-grizzly hybrid. While, as the three bear cubs show; the two bear species have interbred in zoos, this is the first evidence of a wild polar bear-grizzly offspring.
Jim Martell , a 65-year-old hunter from Idaho, shot the bear April 16 on the southern tip of Banks Island the CanWest News Service reports.
Wildlife officials seized the bear after noticing its white fur was interspersed with brown patches. It also had long claws, a concave facial profile, and a humped back, which are characteristic of a grizzly.
Now the genetic tests have confirmed that the hybrid's father was a grizzly and its mother was a polar bear.
"I don't think anyone expected it to actually happen in the wild," said Ian Stirling, a polar bear expert with the Canadian Wildlife Service in Edmonton.
Polar bears and grizzlies require an extended mating ritual to reproduce, Stirling said. Both live by themselves in large, open habitats.
To prevent wasting their eggs, females ovulate only after spending several days with a male, Stirling explained. "Then they mate several times over several days."
In other words, the mating between the polar bear and grizzly was more than a chance encounter. "That's what makes it quite interesting," he added.
Stirling says the hybrid has no official name, though locals have taken to calling it a "pizzly" and a "grolar bear."
Much easier to kill than a bison, bear was once a very popular game animal. The flesh of the Black Bear is treated very much like pork. The fat of a Grizzly, when rendered out becomes oil that will not again congeal and is very useful as a water-proofing agent for leather. The hide of both are as warm as bison but much easier to handle.
After any bear meat is hung, it may be cooked like beef or pork.
Of all the bears in the world, only the polar bear is carnivorous. All others, like humans, raccoons, skunks, most birds and hogs, are omnivorous animals. Omnivores are basically scavengers and will eat any-thing, including meat long dead or that has begun to spoil. This makes omnivores-again including man- much more likely to pick up contagious and life threatening disease, parasites, or a virus. Although some of the original recipes here included state otherwise, I personally believe that all bear meat, like pork should be well cooked and would suggest that it be braised or stewed when-ever possible.
Bear fanciers claim that the ursine diet of mainly vegetables, berries and of course honey gives bear meat an unsurpassable flavour. The neck, rump and legs, (not hind quarter) of the bear are very tough and suitable for nothing except perhaps hamburger.


Bear Steak
The bear should be young and tender.
Rub steak with sliced onion and spread generously with fat. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Broil in a hot oven turning once. Cook at least 20 minutes per pound. .Bear, when cooked, should be treated as pork.

Bear Huntsman Fashion
Lard a 6-pound piece of bear loin with 1/4 lb. larding pork cut into strips. Marinate the meat for 4 to 5 days in an enamelled saucepan or an earthenware crock, turning it from time to time in this marinade.
Mix 1 quart dry white wine and 1 cup vinegar. add 2 onions and 2 carrots, all sliced, 1 bunch celery, coarsely diced, 6 shallots, finely chopped, 2 large bay leaves, 1 large garlic clove, crushed, 16 peppercorns, bruised. 1Tbsp. salt and 1/2 tsp. dried tarragon. Bring the liquid to a boil, boil it up 3 or 4 times, and let it cool.
Strain the marinade, reserve it, and put the vegetables into a roasting pan. Put the meat on top of the vegetables and roast the meat in a hot oven (400 F.) for 15 minutes. Reduce the temperature to moderate (350 F.) and roast the meat for 1- 1/4 hours longer, basting it frequently with the pan drippings. Arrange the meat on a heated platter and keep it hot.
Add 1-1/2 cups strained marinade to the pan drippings, bring it to a boil, and reduce it over high heat to 1 generous cup, stirring and scraping the pan to loosen all the brown bits. Add 1 cup scalded heavy cream, bring the sauce to a boil again, and strain it through a fine sieve, pressing gently to extract the vegetable pulp. Pour half the sauce over the meat and serve the rest separately. Serve with red current jelly.

Bear Steak Fortier
1. Marinate steaks cut from the bear’s rump in an uncooked marinade for 3 or four days, turning the meat from time to time.
2. Wipe the steaks dry and broil them quickly on both sides.
3. Arrange the steaks on a heated platter.
4. Strain the marinade, reduce it by two-thirds and add to it 1 cup heated sour cream. Serve the sauce separately.

Bear Fillet- Larded
1. Neatly trim a whole fillet of bear. Lard it with long narrow strips of fat and with strips of green pepper, if desired.
2. Marinate the fillet in a cooked marinade for several days.
3. Wipe the meat dry and roast it in a very hot oven (450 F. or see roasting methods) for 15 minutes turning it once to brown it well.
4. Reduce the temperature to moderate (350 F.) and continue to roast allowing from this point 12 minutes per pound. Baste frequently with melted fat.
The meat should be very rare (see write up on Bear).

Braised Bear Liver
Parboil for 5 minutes a piece of bear liver weighing 2-1/2 to 3 pounds. Remove the tubes and skin and lard the liver with strips of fresh side pork .Cover the liver with 3 cups white wine and marinate it for 3 hours longer, turning the meat occasionally. Wipe the liver dry and sear it well on all sides in a 1/4 cup hot bacon drippings or lard.
Blend together 2 Tbsp. each of onion and shallot, 4 sprigs of parsley and 1/2 cup mushrooms, all finely minced and 1/2 cup sausage meat. Season with a pinch each of thyme, sage and tarragon, 1 tsp. paprika, salt pepper and cayenne to taste. Put this mixture through the food chopper, add 1 raw egg white, and put it through the food chopper again. Spread it on a thin sheet of larding pork and wrap the pork around the liver.
Lay the liver in a buttered casserole and add the wine in which it was marinated, 8 crushed peppercorns, 2 bruised cloves, 8 sprigs of parsley tied with 1/2 bay leaf and 2 slices lemon. Cover the casserole tightly and braise the liver in a moderate oven (325 F.) for 1-1/2 hours, or until it is tender, turning it halfway through the cooking. Transfer the liver to a heated platter. Spoon off the excess fat, from the liquid in the casserole, strain the sauce, and add 1 cup heated sour cream, salt, pepper, and 1 Tbsp. paprika. Bring the sauce to the boiling point and pour part of it over the liver. Serve the rest of sauce separately.
Caution should be exercised when eating, especially polar bear, liver as the high content can cause vitamin A poisoning.

Braised Grizzly (The American, Kodiak, or Brown Bear)
(3-pounds of meat)
!. Trim off all fat and cut meat into chunks about 2 or 3 inches square. Cover with water and simmer slowly for about 1/2 hour.
2. Marinate in 2 cups tomato juice for 24 hours (use wine if you prefer).
3. Remove meat; pat dry and rub well with garlic.
4. Dredge in flour and brown on all sides in a Dutch oven, using about 2 Tbsp. oil or fat.
5. Add 1 onion, studded with 3 whole allspice or 2 whole cloves; 1 carrot, sliced; 1stalk, sliced; 2 cups water and 1 cup seasoned broth or tomato juice.
6. Cover and simmer slowly until tender, about 3-4 hours.
7. Add whole peeled carrots or bear root and whole potatoes if desired, during the last hour of cooking.

Roast Bear
Trim off fat. Parboil meat over a slow flame for 1/2-1 hour (this draws out excess fat).
Remove meat and lay on a rack in a shallow roasting pan. Insert slits of garlic.
Put meat in a preheated oven to brown. Turn heat down shortly to medium-slow (325 F.) and roast 35-40 minutes per pound.

Bear Stew in Burgundy
Cut 2-1/2 pounds lean bear meat from one of the less tender cuts into 1-1/2 ins. cubes and roll them in seasoned flour. Cut 1/4 lb. lean salt pork into cubes and render them over low heat in a heavy skillet. Discard the cracklings and add the pieces of meat and a little clarified butter. Increase the heat and brown the meat well. Add 1 1/2 to 2 cups dry red wine, or enough barley to cover, 1 garlic clove, crushed 1 small bay leaf, and a pinch of thyme. Bring the liquid to a boil, lower and cover the skillet. Simmer the meat very gently for 3 to 4 hours, or until it is tender, adding more wine if necessary. Thirty minutes before the meat is done, add 3 carrots, sliced and 2 dozen small onions browned in butter. Taste for seasoning and serve very hot.

Individual Bison Pies

Individual Bison Pies

1. Cut into small pieces enough leftover bison meat to make 2 cups.
2. Put the meat in a bowl and mix in 1/2 cup finely diced ham.
3. Season very lightly with salt, pepper, nutmeg, and thyme and moisten to taste with Port.
4. Line 6 individual popover cups with basic pie pastry or with puff paste and fill the lined cups with the meat mixture.
5. Cover each pate with a top a top crust, brush the dough with lightly beaten egg yolk mixed with a little cold milk and bake the pates in a moderate oven (350 F.) for 20 to 25 minutes, or until the top crust is delicately browned.

Wednesday 15 September 2010

Real Canadian Hardtack. Also Bannock, Sourdough, And Other Leavened Breads



Real Canadian Hardtack.
Also
Bannock, Sourdough,
And
Other Leavened Breads

(From my Cookbook)
Note: Bannock, sourdough, quick breads, yeast breads, and pastries all tend to be named more for their, origin, size, shape, and method of production than for the actual ingredients.
          As unwittingly attested to by Johnny Horton’s famous song North to Alaska, and also by a John Wayne movie, the famous" American" Alaskan Gold Rush was, in the real world, the "Canadian" KLONDIKE GOLD RUSH which took place "a little South-East of Nome" in Canada. There never has been a gold rush in Alaska and in all probability never will be.
          Alaska was primarily only a base camp or jumping off place(due to the presence of the Alaska Pan-handle; which left Canada without a port North of what is now Prince Rupert) for American and other foreign-international, thief's, speculators and gold- seekers who were traveling by boat; but there was also an overland all Canadian route. Most of the gold and now diamonds were and are to be found in the "Canadian" North West and Yukon Territories. In the modern era much of the vast "Alaskan" oil reserve also comes from Canadian territories
          There were, five main reasons why early Canadians, used quick breads and especially sourdough. They were quick, versatile, didn't require a lot of ingredients, and the dry ingredients could be mixed far ahead of time which made them easy to carry. To the natives, they were also, a completely new and valuable source of food and nutrition.
HARDTACK is NOT made from SOURDOUGH,
SOURDOUGH definitely is NOT HARDTACK;
They both ORIGINATED--
LONG BEFORE THE DAWN OF HISTORY--
AND WERE OLD--
MILLENNIUMS BEFORE--
ANYONE INHABITED THE "AMERICAS".
Scroll down to Hard-tack recipe, found after poem by Robert Service, The Spell of the Yukon.


The Trail of Ninety-Eight
I

Gold! We leapt from out benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools.
Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with faith of fools.
Fearless, unfound, unfitted, far from the night and the cold,
Heard we the clarion summons, followed the master-lure -- Gold!

Men from the sand of the Sunland; men from the woods of the West;
Men from the farms and the cities, into the Northland we pressed.
Graybeards and striplings and women, good men and bad men and bold,
Leaving our homes and our loved ones, crying exultantly -- "Gold!"

Never was seen such an army, pitiful, futile, unfit;
Never was seen such a spirit, manifold courage and grit.
Never has been such a cohort under one banner unrolled
As surged to the ragged-edged Arctic, urged by the arch-tempter -- Gold.

"Farewell!" we cried to our dearests; little we cared for their tears.
"Farewell!" We cried to the humdrum and yoke of the hireling years;
Just like a pack of school-boys, and the big crowd cheered us good-bye.
Never were hearts so uplifted, never were hopes so high.

The spectral shores flitted past us, and every whirl of the screw
Hurled us nearer to fortune, and ever we planned what we'd do --
Do with the gold when we got it -- big, shiny nuggets like plums,
There in the sand of the river, gouging it out with our thumbs.

And one man wanted a castle, another a racing stud;
A third would cruise in a palace yacht like a red-necked prince of blood.
And so we dreamed and we vaunted, millionaires to a man,
Leaping to wealth in our visions long ere the trail began.


II

We landed in wind-swept Skagway. We joined the weltering mass,
Clamoring over their outfits, waiting to climb the Pass.
We tighted our girths and pack-straps; we linked on the Human Chain,
Struggling up to the summit, where every step was a pain.

Gone was the joy of our faces, grim and haggard and pale;
The heedless mirth of the shipboard was changed to the care of the trail.
We flung ourselves in the struggle, packing our grub in relays,
Step by step to the summit in the bale of the winter days.

Floundering deep in the sump-holes, stumbling out again;
Crying with cold and weakness, crazy with fear and pain.
Then from the depths of our travail, ere our spirits were broke,
Grim, tenacious and savage, the lust of the trail awoke.

"Klondike or bust!" rang the slogan; every man for his own.
Oh, how we flogged the horses, staggering skin and bone!
Oh, how we cursed their weakness, anguish they could not tell,
Breaking their hearts in our passion, lashing them on till they fell!

For grub meant gold to our thinking, and all that could walk must pack;
The sheep for the shambles stumbled, each with a load on its back;
And even the swine were burdened, and grunted and squealed and rolled,
And men went mad in the moment, huskily clamoring "Gold!"

Oh, we were brutes and devils, goaded by lust and fear!
Our eyes were strained to the summit; the weaklings dropped to the rear,
Falling in heaps by the trail-side, heart-broken, limp and wan;
But the gaps closed up in an instant, and heedless the chain went on.

Never will I forget it, there on the mountain face,
Antlike, men with burdens, clinging in icy space;
Dogged, determined and dauntless, cruel and callous and cold,
Cursing, blaspheming, reviling, and ever that battle-cry -- "Gold!"

Thus toiled we, the army of fortune, in hunger and hope and despair,
Till glacier, mountain and forest vanished, and radiantly fair,
There at our feet lay Lake Bennett, and down to its welcome we ran:
The trail of the land was over, the trail of the water began.


III

We built our boats and we launched them. Never has been such a fleet;
A packing-case for a bottom, a mackinaw for a sheet
Shapeless, grotesque, lopsided, flimsy, makeshift and crude,
Each man after his fashion builded as best he could.

Each man worked like a demon, as prow to rudder we raced;
The winds of the Wild cried "Hurry!" the voice of the waters, "Haste!"
We hated those driving before us; we dreaded those pressing behind;
We cursed the slow current that bore us; we prayed to the God of the wind.

Spring! and the hillsides flourished, vivid in jewelled green;
Spring! and our hearts' blood nourished envy and hatred and spleen.
Little cared we for the Spring-birth; much cared we to get on --
Stake in the Great White Channel, stake ere the best be gone.

The greed of the gold possessed us; pity and love were forgot;
Covetous visions obsessed us; brother with brother fought.
Partner with partner wrangled, each one claiming his due;
Wrangled and halved their outfits, sawing their boats in two.

Thus wise we voyaged Lake Bennett, Tagish, then Windy Arm,
Sinister, savage and baleful, boding us hate and harm.
Many a scow was shattered there on that iron shore;
Many a heart was broken staining at sweep and oar.

We roused Lake Marsh with a chorus, we drifted many a mile;
There was the canyon before us -- cave-like its dark defile;
The shores swept faster and faster; the river narrowed to wrath;
Waters that hissed disaster reared upright in our path.

Beneath us the green tumult churning, above us the cavernous gloom;
Around us, swift twisting and turning, the black, sullen walls of a tomb.
We spun like a chip in a mill-race; our hearts hammered under the test;
Then -- oh, the relief on each chill face! -- we soared into sunlight and rest.

Hand sought for hand on the instant. Cried we, "Our troubles are o'er!"
Then, like a rumble of thunder, heard we a canorous raor.
Leaping and boiling and seething, saw we a cauldron afume;
There was the rage of the rapids, there was the menace of doom.

The river springs like a racer, seeps through a gash in the rock;
Butts at the boulder-ribbed bottom, staggers and rears at the shock;
Leaps like a terrified monster, writhes in its fury and pain;
Then with the crash of a demon springs to the onset again.

Dared we that ravening terror; heard we its din our ears;
Called on the Gods of our fathers, juggled forlorn with our fears;
Sank to our waists in its fury, tossed to the sky like a fleece;
Then, when our dread was the greatest, crashed into safety and peace.

But what of the others that followed, losing their boats by the score?
We could we see them and hear them, strung down that desolate shore.
What of the poor souls that perished? Little of them shall be said --
On to the Golden Valley, pause not to bury the dead.

Then there were days of drifting, breezes soft as a sigh;
Night trailed her robe of jewels over the floor of the sky.
The moonlit stream was a python, silver, sinuous, vast,
That writhed on a shroud of velvet -- well, it was done at last.

There were the tents of Dawson, there the scar of the slide;
Swiftley we poled o'er the shallows, swiftly leapt o'er the side.
Fired fringed the mouth of Bonanza; sunset gilded the dome;
The test of the trail was over -- thank God, thank God, we were Home!


The Spell of the Yukon
I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy, I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it --
Came out with a fortune last fall, --
Yet somehow life's not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn't all.

No! There's the land. (Have you seen it?)
It's the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it;
Some say it's a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there's some as would trade it
For no land on earth -- and I'm one.

You come to get rich (damned good reason);
You feel like an exile at first;
You hate it like hell for a season,
And then you are worse than the worst.
It grips you like some kinds of sinning;
It twists you from foe to a friend;
It seems it's been since the beginning;
It seems it will be to the end.

I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
That's plumb-full of hush to the brim;
I've watched the big, husky sun wallow
In crimson and gold, and grow dim,
Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;
And I've thought that I surely was dreaming,
With the peace o' the world piled on top.

The summer -- no sweeter was ever;
The sunshiny woods all athrill;
The grayling aleap in the river,
The bighorn asleep on the hill.
The strong life that never knows harness;
The wilds where the caribou call;
The freshness, the freedom, the farness --
O God! how I'm stuck on it all.

The winter! the brightness that blinds you,
The white land locked tight as a drum,
The cold fear that follows and finds you,
The silence that bludgeons you dumb.
The snows that are older than history,
The woods where the weird shadows slant;
The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,
I've bade 'em good-by -- but I can't.

There's a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There's a land -- oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back -- and I will.

They're making my money diminish;
I'm sick of the taste of champagne.
Thank God! when I'm skinned to a finish
I'll pike to the Yukon again.
I'll fight -- and you bet it's no sham-fight;
It's hell! -- but I've been there before;
And it's better than this by a damsite --
So me for the Yukon once more.

There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting;
It's luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting
So much as just finding the gold.

It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder,
It's the forests where silence has lease;
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It's the stillness that fills me with peace.




HardtackHardtack. Hardtack, Hardtack, Hardtack, HARDTACK; IS NOT A SODA CRACKER; 
IT SHOULD NOT BE LIGHT OR FLAKY; SO BEING WOULD DESTROY IT'S WHOLE PURPOSE, AND REASON FOR EXISTENCE. 
You do not use any fat, baking powder, baking soda, sourdough starter, or yeast in the making of hard tack-because hard tack is unleavened. Really there are only two ingredients-salt is optional.
Hard tack is NOT and never was a form of bannock.BANNOCK NEVER WAS AN UNLEAVENED FORM OF BREAD.
        
Union, Recommendations for Producing Hardtack,1863- Right in the  Middle of Civil War in the United States of the Americas-only problem, final product would be a biscuit,  or cracker, not Hardtack.
“Should be made of best quality of superfine, or what is usually known as extra superfine flour; or better, of extra and extra superfine, (half and half). Hard bread should be white, crisp, light and exhibit a flaky appearance when broken. If tough, solid and compact, is evident the fault is either in the stock, manufacture or baking; it should not present the appearance of dried paste. If tough and pasty, it is probably manufacture from grown wheat, or Spring wheat of an inferior kind. In all cases it should be thoroughly cooled and dried before packing. Kiln drying, where practicable, for long voyages, is particularly desirable; but if really and thoroughly dried in the oven, hard bread will keep just as well and its flavor is not destroyed. To make good hard bread, it is essential to employ steam; hand work will not do.” 
Hard tack is NOT and never was a form of bannock or sourdough .
BANNOCK(sourdough or baking powder)NEVER WAS AN UNLEAVENED FORM OF BREAD  Hardtack, or the other hand, is never, was never, leavened .
Actually, hard tack antedates other forms of bread by several ages of man; it must have been Neanderthal man who first patted meal and water into a thin cake and broiled or roasted it on a flat stone near his fire. 
Bannock on the other hand (the name first appears in 1572 Scotland), is a leavened communal LOAF OF BREAD. Bannock is not cut into scones, which, not being a loaf, are considered to be an entirely different product.
Sourdough was undoubtedly the second form of bread-discovered by man-after he discovered wheat.

1 lb. flour
1/2 tsp. salt
      Water
Mix salt and flour, then add water slowly until a very stiff dough is formed. Roll on a floured board, until about a half inch thick. Cut into squares or rounds with a cookie cutter or an opened tin can, prick surface with a fork and bake in a hot oven until golden brown. Then bake it three more times, until every bit of moisture has been removed. Hard-tack is almost as hard as iron and could be used in ship's canons as grape shot. When stored in a dry place, hard tack will keep indefinitely and is not as susceptible to insect, or rat, infestation as is flour.


The Heart of the Sourdough
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon,
There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, bitter noon,
And the glacier-glutted streams sweep down at the clarion call of June.

There where the livid tundras keep their tryst with the tranquil snows;
There where the silences are spawned, and the light of hell-fire flows
Into the bowl of the midnight sky, violet, amber and rose.

There where the rapids churn and roar, and the ice-floes bellowing run;
Where the tortured, twisted rivers of blood rush to the setting sun --
I've packed my kit and I'm going, boys, ere another day is done.

* * * * *

I knew it would call, or soon or late, as it calls the whirring wings;
It's the olden lure, it's the golden lure, it's the lure of the timeless things,
And to-night, oh, God of the trails untrod, how it whines in my heart-strings!

I'm sick to death of your well-groomed gods, your make believe and your     show;
I long for a whiff of bacon and beans, a snug shakedown in the snow;
A trail to break, and a life at stake, and another bout with the foe.

With the raw-ribbed Wild that abhors all life, the Wild that would crush and rend,
I have clinched and closed with the naked North, I have learned to defy and defend;
Shoulder to shoulder we have fought it out -- yet the Wild must win in the end.

I have flouted the Wild. I have followed its lure, fearless, familiar, alone;
By all that the battle means and makes I claim that land for mine own;
Yet the Wild must win, and a day will come when I shall be overthrown.

Then when as wolf-dogs fight we've fought, the lean wolf-land and I;
Fought and bled till the snows are red under the reeling sky;
Even as lean wolf-dog goes down will I go down and die.

©Al (Alex, Alexander) D Girvan, 1995, all rights reserved.
SEE ALSO THE STORY OF BANNOCK, BANNOCK AND SOURDOUGH RECIPES IN A NEWER POSTINGS.

Tuesday 14 September 2010

Soup Hole / BATH WATER/Steam Pit

Soup Hole / BATH WATER

Dig hole. Line the hole, with any waterproof material. Put in layer of dry rocks. The water or soup is then heated by placing red hot rocks into it. Warning! Do not collect rocks from along side a pond or stream; any water inside rock will explode if heated.

Steam Pit

Dig hole, put in red hot rocks, 2" layer of grass (green) then food, more grass; fill up with damp soil/sand. Poke hole to bottom of pit to add water. Food will require many hours to cook.

Living Off, What YOU Have Or What is Available-Pioneer/Survivour Style

Pioneer Style
While the actual history of the Canadian Colonies is considerably longer than that of the United States, our emergence as a sovereign country is much shorter and
the Pioneer live style still exists; but in today's world of multiculturalism, human rights, and political correctness; while we have Aboriginal Canadians, Asian Canadians, Caucasian Canadians, Chinese Canadians, Euro-Asian Canadians, French and Métis Canadians, and I dare say Polka-dot Canadians; there are damn few plain Canadian Canadians left.  If anything, the Mother has been overly generous in bestowing her blessings upon Canada and upon Canadians, it is time for us to forget capitalist style greed and prejudice , and take a step back to the time of building rather than destroying. It is time to forget racism ,in all its forms. We must always remember: the pioneer'style is 
  Survivor Style 
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