Raccoon the other dark meat
By Lee Hill Kavanaugh
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The Kansas City Star
Sunday, February 1, 2009
KANSAS CITY, Mo. - He rolls into the parking lot of Leon's Thriftway in an old maroon Impala with a trunk full of frozen meat.
Raccoon - the other dark meat.
In
five minutes, Montrose, Mo., trapper Larry Brownsberger is sold out in
the lot at 39th Street and Kensington Avenue. Word has gotten around
about how clean his frozen coon carcasses are. How nicely they're
tucked up in their brown butcher paper. How they almost look like a
trussed turkey ... or something.
His loyal customers beam as they leave, thinking about the meal they'll soon be eating.
That
is, as soon as the meat is thawed. Then brined. Soaked overnight.
Parboiled for two hours. Slow-roasted or smoked or barbecued to
perfection.
Raccoon, which made the first edition of "The Joy of
Cooking" in 1931, is labor-intensive but well worth the time,
aficionados say.
"Good things come to those who wait," says A.
Reed, 86, who has been eating raccoon since she was a girl. "This right
here," she says, holding up a couple of brown packages tied with burlap
string, "this is a great value. And really good eatin'. Best-kept
secret around."
Raccoons go for $3 to $7 - each, not per pound - and will feed about five adults. Four, if they're really hungry.
Those who dine on coon meat sound the same refrain: It's good eatin'.
As
long as you can get past the "ick" factor that it's a varmint, more
often seen flattened on asphalt than featured on a restaurant menu.
(One area exception: The French restaurant Le Fou Frog in Kansas City,
Mo., served raccoon about a dozen years ago, a waiter said.)
Eating
varmints is even in vogue these days, at least in Great Britain. The
New York Times reported last week that Brits are eating squirrels with
wild abandon. Here in
Kansas City, you won't see many, if any, squirrel ads in the papers.
But that's where Brownsberger was advertising his raccoons last week.
The
meat isn't USDA-inspected, and few state regulations apply, same as
with deer and other game. No laws prevent a trapper from selling
raccoon carcasses.
As for diseases, raccoon rabies doesn't exist
in Missouri, state conservation scientists say; it's an East Coast
phenomenon. Parvo and distemper kill raccoons quickly but aren't
transferred to humans. Also, trappers are unlikely to sell meat from an
animal that appears to be diseased.
"Raccoon meat is some of the
healthiest meat you can eat," says Jeff Beringer, a furbearer resource
biologist with the Missouri Department of Conservation.
"During
grad school, my roommate and I ate 32 coons one winter. It was all free
and it was really good. If you think about being green, and eating
organically, raccoon meat is the ultimate organic food," with no
steroids, no antibiotics, no growth hormones.
And when people
eat wild meat, Beringer says, "it reminds the modernized society -
people who usually eat food from a plastic wrapper - where food comes
from."
Statewide, consumption of raccoon meat can be tracked
somewhat by how many raccoon pelts are harvested each year. In 2007,
118,166 pelts were sold.
But there are plenty more out there,
Beringer says. The raccoon population "doubled in the '80s. There's
more now than when Missouri was first settled."
He estimates there are about 20 raccoons per square mile of habitat.
In
the wild, raccoons typically live five or six years. Populations that
grow too dense can be decimated by disease, especially when
temperatures drop, Beringer says.
"The animals huddle together,
passing on the infections. In the winter, we sometimes have massive
die-offs. If we can control the fluctuations in the populations by
hunting and trapping, we can have healthier animals."
Fur
trappers, who harvest most of the raccoons sold in Missouri, "try to
kill as humanely as possible," says Beringer, a trapper himself. "It's
part of the culture."
Pelts last year sold on average for about
$17. They're used for coats and hats, and many are sold to Russia. But
the conflict between Russia and Georgia severely cut into the fur
trading market, Beringer says. "Pelts will probably be less this year."
For
the average person, who probably doesn't spend much time thinking how a
steer or a pig or a chicken might meet their maker, raccoons may seem
too cute to eat.
Until you try one.
At the Blue Springs, Mo., home of Billy Washington, raccoon, fish, bison and deer are staples on his family's table.
On this day, it's raccoon.
All
night, he's been soaking a carcass in a solution of salt and vinegar in
a five-gallon bucket. Now he rinses the coon in his kitchen sink.
"Eating
raccoon has never gone out of style. It's just hard to get unless you
know somebody," he says as he carefully trims away the fat and the
scent glands.
"My kids love eating game. They think eating deer
and buffalo make you run faster and jump higher. My grandkids will just
tear this one up, it'll be so good."
The meat is almost ready to
be boiled, except for one thing: Although its head, innards and three
paws have been removed, it still has one. That's the law.
"They leave the paw on to prove it's not a cat or a dog," Washington says.
He
cuts off the paw and drops the carcass into a stew pot, slices up a
carrot, celery and onion, and sprinkles some seasoning into the water.
Two and a half hours later, he transfers it to a Dutch oven. It looks a
lot like chicken.
He bathes the raccoon with his own combination
of barbecue sauces. Stuffs the cavity with canned sweet potatoes and
pours the rest of the juice from the can over the breast.
"I
follow the same tradition I watched when I was little. My uncle would
cook 'em all day, saving the littlest coon for me," he says.
"... If stores could sell coon, we'd run out of them. It's a long hidden secret that they're so good."
After
several hours, a delicious smell - roast beef? chicken? - drifts from
the oven. A mingling of garlic and onion and sweet-smelling spices.
And when Washington opens the lid, a tiny leg falls easily from the bone.
"See that? Tender as a mother's love," he says with a grin. "Good eatin'."
And the taste?
Definitely not chicken.
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