Our home in the country, Salubrious Basecamp as we affectionately call it, has seen a flurry of adventurous friends and family, hunters and non-hunters, visiting us the past couple of months, each of them wanting a chance to see what all the chukar hunting fuss is all about. We love that our visitors will take time out of their busy lives to make the drive. Our gracious guests, all of them, before arriving will always ask if we need any last minute food items from the city. They will come bearing new craft beers, pastries, breads, snacks, and even single malt whiskey from Taiwan (of all places), things we can’t buy in town at our local general store. We ask them to only bring themselves, but are very grateful of the gifts. In return, we’ll make some game bird-inspired dishes like prosciutto-wrapped grouse marsala or chukar nachos, and take them to some of our favorite public land hunting grounds and allow the ones that hunt the opportunity to shoot over our dogs. It’s not just anyone we’d trust with doing this.
On this day of thanks-giving, I’m most grateful for our family, friends, and the good dogs that enrich our lives and the fond memories of hiking the chukar hills with them.
Chirp away