Game meat has gone bourgeois, which is comic, because the new tech-monied country set (Bezos, Zuckerberg, Musk) cannot actually cook it. I cannot imagine they cook much of anything without their iPads open. The recipe is on YouTube. The technique is on YouTube. The reassurance that they are doing it right is on YouTube. They will pause a video three times to confirm what “sear” means and twice more to decide between two nearly identical olive oils.
God I hate them.
This particular ilk is scared of meat. Real meat. Anything that does not arrive via FedEx with “Hello Fresh” on the box or on a white styrofoam tray sealed in plastic wrap, barcoded, expiration-dated, softly lit by fluorescent overheads. A real butcher store is a foreign country and the butcher himself is its customs officer. They walk in, they freeze, they walk out with chicken thighs. The barcode is as close to game as they care to get.
For everyone else, here is the recipe. It assu…
