P.J. O’Rourke, satirist, writer extraordinaire, and our longtime friend and hunting buddy, first dubbed me “Martha Stewart with a shotgun” when he wrote a blurb for the back cover of my Eat Like A Wild Man: The Ultimate Game And Fish Cookbook.
I took it pretty much as a compliment, but I hadn’t really thought of myself as a Martha Stewart, nor was I sure it was my preferred comparison—except it noted that I had a shotgun. It was true. By 1997 when “Eat” was published, I’d worked hard on making hunting part of my life and my style. Learning a hunter’s traditions in the fine and culinary arts, the literature, and, of course, through the pages of our Gray’s Sporting Journal, I’d garnered a persona which did kind of project a distinctive style: a wife, a mother, a hostess who spent the down time in a duck blind imagining new and exciting ways to cook the black duck she was about (she hoped) to shoot.
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