You Know What Season It Is When…

There is another season – besides Christmas – that has me in the kitchen cooking up treats and handy snacks.

And it has become as ritualistic with the repeat requests for the same items that I’ve been making for my husband and his buddies since we got married.

This is especially true for the long hunting weekends and entire weeks of male bonding over hunter/gatherer activities out in the forests and away from all of the city’s conveniences.

“It’s too far out to go into town just for dinner,” my husband says. He’s hinting for a lasagne and/or a chicken pie.

“We go to our stands really early and don’t want the scent of cooking food on our clothes,” he says as a way of asking for sausage balls. I know the ease of sticking a few prepared sausage balls in a baggie, along with a thermos of coffee and an apple. He’s been doing the same thing for years and it makes a crisp, frosty morning a little more bearable if he has a few treats in his coat pocket.

He doesn’t have to hint for sweets. I know he wants something made with peanut butter – either cookies or chew bars. And his friends have called ahead to make sure that he’s bringing them.

They usually stop at a store and get the staples for lunch – sandwich items and chips. So if I send along a few breakfast and dinner options, they are good to go! Some things can’t be pre-assembled as easily as a lasagne. For those things, I put together as many ingredients as possible, throw the mixes in a box with a recipe card and a disposable pan – think casserole or afore mentioned chicken pie – and they have an easy meal in very little time.

It’s just a little extra effort to make sure they can spend as much time as possible hunting the elusive ‘monster buck’!

Maybe it’s a southern thing. If you’re not a fan of hunting I apologize. I confess to being a bit queasy about it and know without a doubt that I would be a vegetarian if I had to kill my own meat. But there are many sports that I don’t participate in, so I don’t try to choose the ones that other people should engage in. I am only supporting my husband, son, and their friends and trying to ensure that they have some good food in the event that all they kill is time.

As the cross-stitch sampler says – ‘Deer tracks make mighty thin soup’!

It pays to have a back up plan – especially when we’re talking about hungry men.

Peanut Butter Bars

Peanut Butter Bars

Sausage Balls

Sausage Balls

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  1. My husband talked a huge hunting game and had all the guns, but in the 26 years I knew him, I don’t think he ever went hunting. Maybe once, early on, before we were a couple.

  2. Yum! My husband is not a hunter but I grew up with hunters and sure could relate to this post. The funniest thing around here (MI) is all of the work that goes into prepping for “deer camp” – mostly it’s a lot of food, snacks, and beer. Very few actually hunt. It’s kind of like re-creating a “man cave” in the woods. Hope their hunt is successful – cheers! MJ

    1. I know what you mean MJ! Those he-men must go out into the wild and drag home the wildebeast or at least the tale of how he got away. My husband talked about bear hunting on our VA farm. Then we started watching them – seeing their facial differences – how human they act. I gave them names, to his dismay. He asked me once if I didn’t think a bear skin rug would look nice in the cabin and I told him I thought it looked better on the still-breathing bear. Then as we watched a bear meandering along one day, I asked him if he could shoot it. He replied that he thought he would just stick to deer hunting – maybe hunt a grizzly in Alaska or Canada. I think I’m influencing him for good!

  3. I’m with you: I would definitely be a vegetarian if I had to kill my own food! But I’m with your husband on this: peanut butter – YUM!

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