I'm pretty sure I've tasted moose meat before in Banff over a decade ago. But since it was a mere distant memory, I pretty much consider this my first time all over again. I was presented with a plate of jerky, coated with coarsely pounded lemongrass. "It's moose meat!", as I was told by an ever-cheery family friend. It was a deep brownish hue, much darker than beef. As I stared into it, I though about the big furry gentle creature with enormous horns hiding in the forest. "Aww, they're such gentle animals" the PETA in me thought.
Nonetheless, I took a bite. "Hmm, it's pretty good!"
Sure enough, the PETA in me went home and the Flinstones in me came out instead.
"Let's bring out the beer and sticky rice!".