Dinner tonight consisted of steaks hewn from the carcass of an honest to God Alaska Moose.
How I've missed that flavor, the taste I've always considered something of a blend between beef and venison.
My only regret is that I wasn't the one who'd killed it.
No, this largess came from a relative of my dad's best friend. That worthy does not buy meat in grocery stores.
Not when a moose can tip the scales at well over one thousand pounds.
And thus, while I sat in an unfinished house in Ogden, God-Help-Us-Utah, I was able to feast upon a wild creature struck down for no more reason than because it is, in a word, delicious.
My enthusiasm to return to Alaska could not have gotten greater... but it IS more motivated now.
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