Today for Father's Day (dad was camping last weekend, so we postponed by a week) I bought my dad four pounds of ground kangaroo butt and we turned part of it into burgers. My Australian friends were TOTALLY RIGHT! Kangaroo is DELICIOUS even when dulled by too much beef. (Kangaroo is so lean that I felt we needed to mix it with beef or pork just to keep the burgers moist, but I think next time we will not let my mother dictate the ratio*. I'd originally planned 2:1 in favour of the kangaroo and it seems I was on the right track, so we'll go with that next time instead of the 1:1 we wound up doing for lunch today.)
We got the kangaroo from Bearbrook Farm
about an hour outside the city. They sell elk, deer, bison, llama, duck, turkey, goose, peacock, lamb, regular pork, wild boar, ostrich, emu, kangaroo, alligator, salmon, and frogs' legs, most of which they raise on their farm and some of which they acquire from elsewhere and resell. They bring their wares to farmers' markets all across the Ottawa valley. Mostly they keep prepared stuff like sausages or pre-made burgers or kebabs at the booths because those are easier to transport and sell, but I just emailed them to say what I wanted and let them know which market I'd be at on which day, and they gave me the price and had it ready and waiting for me when I got to the booth. (They were also really excited to see me. Apparently being really enthused about their product offerings produces mutual feeling!)
I hope to eat my way through their entire farm eventually, and am pleased to be able to cross kangaroo off my "Eat One of Everything That Won't Kill Me and Maybe Even A Few Things That Might" list.
Next up: Fried alligator at Fat Tuesday's downtown, just to see if it's too fishy for me. My understanding is that the taste of alligator varies widely depending on how it was raised/farmed, because it will taste largely like whatever its primary diet was. It seems to go between the fish and chicken ends of the spectrum and is very fatty. But a good friend had the alligator at Fat Tuesday's and recommended it, and I trust his judgment, so try it we shall. Am bringing my brother and father in tow, I think!
I also want to buy emu sausages as soon as I get my next paycheque and fry them up for the weekend gamers. I am so poor right now that I had only a dollar-fifty to spare in my bank account after the kangaroo and Interac fee, so I could do naught but stare forlornly at the emu sausages in their cooler as I waited for the debit machine to do its thing. Next time, emu! Next time. I'll get you yet.
Oh and my brother wants llama steaks for his birthday in October, because I took him to Mochica twice and now he feels the same way about llama as I do.
Basically the point of this post is to let you know that food is awesome and that everybody's gifts for the next year are going to be made of meat. You're welcome! :D* For the record, my mother's issue is not so much about game meat in particular, but rather that she thinks anything that isn't bone-dry overcooked chicken or pork has too much flavour. I have never quite managed to let go of my childhood theory that she's actually an alien whose true food source is paper products, which is why she hoards them. She only pretends to eat human food in a largely unsuccessful attempt to keep up appearances. This theory probably makes me a bad person but it also explains basically everything!