Potluck, Alaska Style

One of the first things I noticed about Alaskans is they take pride in their foods. At my first potluck back in 2009, I was surprised and impressed to see the majority of food on the table was harvested right here in Alaska, and mostly from folks’ own backyards.

Today’s potluck was no exception. We feasted on muskox chili, moose roast, halibut lasagna, king salmon chowder, halibut and shrimp gumbo, venison chili mac, halibut and prawn chowder, venison roast, pheasant stew, and venison meatballs with blueberry jam.  Needless to say, there were no leftovers, and the only thing missing was the Arctic delicacy, kiviak.

Being raised in a big Southern city, I’ve had a longstanding aversion to bizarre foods – until I moved North.  Living here in the Last Frontier has taught me these unique Alaska foods aren’t really all that bizarre. They might be considered strange to some, but they are a valuable part of culture, customary usage, and age-old tradition. I love the fact that Alaskans make the most of what nature serves up and that subsistence is a way of life here. Whether visiting or living here, you've got to at least try everything once! Even beaver ball sack tea.

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Talkin’ Tuesday: How to Speak Like an Alaskan

Ulu            u·lu             [oo-loo]

noun:  a short-handled knife with a broad crescent-shaped blade, traditionally used by Eskimo women.

Example: “I could filet this sockeye a lot quicker if I just had an ulu!”

The ulu was one of my first traditional Alaska purchases after moving to Juneau.  Since I tend to not eat loads of veggies, I was impressed to find good use of this tool when slicing up the other important food groups: pizza, quesadillas, and peach cobbler. 

Whether you live in Birmingham or Barrow, your kitchen isn’t complete unless you have an ulu on hand!

Momma at the Ulu Factory in Anchorage, Alaska.

Quesadilla Cutter

Antler and wooden handled ulus from the Eagle River Knife Co.

Full as a Tick

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!  Juneau weather was in full force today, with a few inches of snow accumulation and 50 mph wind gusts here on Douglas Island.  It was nice to hunker down inside and feast on traditional Alaska and Southern Thanksgiving treats. You know the eatin’s gonna be good when there’s countless casserole dishes on the table. I don't know about y'all, but I'm full as a tick!

This season, I find myself gushing with thankfulness for all the blessings poured on me this past year.  What a life-changing year this has been.  Ups and downs, challenges and chances, distractions and motivations.  It's easy to lose our enthusiasm and gratefulness when life becomes ridiculously easy.  It's been a tough year, and I'm thankful for all the chaos because one can't have the rainbow without the rain.

I want to thank you (yes, YOU) for being here during my journey and also for your being.  May the small blessings in your life accumulate and make for a marvelous year.

Southern Sweet Potato Casserole and Classic Green Bean Casserole - Two Southern Staples!

Turkey and ham and all the fixins'.  I'm fixin' to get me a plate!

Inside: comfort food.  Outside: sideways snow.

Nothing says The South like good ol’ apple pie.  (Except maybe Chick-Fil-A and Krispy Kreme)

Try not to get distracted by Sonny Bunny’s belly roll.

Tryptophan overdose.

Talkin’ Tuesday: How to Speak Like an Alaskan

chee·cha·ko             [chee-chah-koh]

Noun:  anyone new to Alaska.

Example: “Did you see that broad over there tryin’ to walk on the ice with those pointy toed stilettos?  Cheechako!”

Not to be confused with the “Cheechako Dog” at the Spenard Roadhouse, which in my opinion is one of the best restaurants in Alaska.  Their Cheechako Dog is an Alaska Reindeer Polish sausage with tomato, stone ground mustard aioli, and nuclear relish.  Check out their “Polish and a Pint” special during Happy Hour (after 9pm) when you can get this beast feast for only $3 when purchasing your favorite pint of draft beer. 

Want contemporary comfort food in a sassy atmosphere?  Hit up the Spenard Roadhouse in Anchorage. 

My friend, Ben, demonstrates his excitement for the deal of the decade: the Spenard Roadhouse’s “Polish and a Pint.”  (Note the beard and flannel, trademarks of a typical Alaskan man!)