O' Give me a Home...Where the Buffalo Roam

I'm just back from Canada's "Great (but not) White North". And not as far north as I could have been.
I spent a week visiting my son and daughter-in-law who work in the oil sands in Northern Alberta.

Where everyone drives a big honkin' pickup truck with a cool whip flag on the back. My son explained these flags are so you don't get squished by a dump truck, dozer or other monster equipment while driving on site.

I only had one opportunity to check out the grocery store, and it was the night I arrived and had other things on my mind besides embarrassing my son and his wife taking pictures of the price of Alberta beef.

I mostly restrained myself and didn't take many food pictures in public places.

My son suggested one night we have barbequed bison sausages.

Not sure what I was expecting, but when I think of sausages, spicy and greasy come to mind.

These were neither. The meat is very lean.

I must say the taste was odd, not unpleasant...just unlike anything I've had before.

I haven't had much "game" meat throughout the years.

I did have reindeer meat recently while travelling in Finland.

I was enjoying it until someone made an unfortunate comment about Dasher...and Dancer...






I was going to bring a couple packages home with me, until I did a little heavy duty shopping at Cabela's (including the six kilos of fudge). I was a little concerned about the weight of my suitcase.
Bison patties can be ordered online from Costco which I may do at some point, and get the sausages the next trip.
(Shelley)