In his inimitable style, Buck Peterson takes the reader to such far-flung, well-hung places as Azerbaijan and the Isle of Gilligan to enjoy foodstuffs once known only to a small handful of well-heeled heels. The International Cookbook teaches the where and how to practice roadkill skills on foreign soil, details the food customs and traditions of the home country, and serves the most popular recipes prepared in Buck's own roadside test kitchens. The recipes include the popular UK dish -Bangered and Mashed, Chili's national dish - Chili Con Carnage, Pakistan's Chicken Peeloff and Germany's Hasenpflatten.
So the funny thing is, I've actually eaten road kill. When I was a kid my dad used to go hunting with the other dads from the hippie commune where we lived. I know that doesn't sound very peace, love and understanding of them... but these were mountain hippies. But my dad wasn't much of a hunter. When he got a deer in his sights, he just couldn't pull the trigger. He was more of a trout fisherman. He even switched to bow hunting so that he had less of a chance of actually hitting anything. I don't think he wanted to look like a wuss in front of the other dads though. So he'd always go along and give it the old college try.
So this one year they went hunting on a weekend and didn't get any game... and so they got drunk on cheap beer and were driving home along the Yuba River and hit a deer with the 67 Ford Falcon. Dented the shit out of the Falcon, but they came home with a giant 14 pt buck strapped to the hood of the car.
Well, it's not like they were going to waste good venison. They carved it up in the driveway that night and we feasted on venison. Apparently the moms all knew it was road kill, but they tried to keep it a secret from the kids. No easy task in a hippie commune. Wasn't long before kids from the other families were making fun of the commune kids for eating road kill. I'm pretty sure we were called oakies.
Anyway... according to my dad, and an ex boyfriend of mine who is one generation removed from Appalachian coal miners, these instructions for cooking road kill are not entirely fictional. He swears his dad grew up fighting with his brothers over who was going to get to eat the squirrel brain.
There you have it... a proud bit of Americana. Read it. You never know when it may come in handy.
My actual ranking for this is 3 stars but my boyfriend (whose gift it was) insisted that it got 5 stars so as a result the 4 stars is our compromise on this review.
The writing was simple and easy to understand while the recipes, if you should choose, are simple enough to follow if you would like to try them (any store-bought meat may be a substitute for the queasy). And although parts are educational it is given enough comic leeway that you are unaware you are also learning at the same time.
The only reason why I gave such a low ranking on my end is of course some of the material is questionable. You can't help but to feel sorry for the animals who meet their demise to provide subject for the presented recipes.
All in all it was an interesting read if you don't mind the squeamishness and a quick one. If you come across it you should read it at least once before passing it onto the next unfortunate soul.