What happens when a classically-trained New York chef and fearless omnivore heads out of the city and into the wild to track down the ingredients for her meals? After abandoning Wall Street to embrace her lifelong love of cooking, Georgia Pellegrini comes face to face with her first kill. From honoring that first turkey to realizing that the only way we truly know where our meat comes from is if we hunt it ourselves, Pellegrini embarks on a wild ride into the real world of local, organic, and sustainable food. Teaming up with veteran hunters, she travels over field and stream in search of the main course—from quail to venison and wild boar, from elk to javelina and squirrel. Pellegrini’s road trip careens from the back of an ATV chasing wild hogs along the banks of the Mississippi to a dove hunt with beer and barbeque, to the birthplace of the Delta Blues. Along the way, she meets an array of unexpected characters—from the Commish, a venerated lifelong hunter, to the lawyer-by day, duck-hunting-Bayou-philosopher at dawn—who offer surprising lessons about food and life. Pellegrini also discovers the dangerous underbelly of hunting when an outing turns illegal—and dangerous. More than a food-laden hunting narrative, Girl Hunteralso teaches you how to be a self-sufficient eater. Each chapter offers recipes for finger-licking dishes turkey and oyster stewstuffed quailpheasant taginevenison sausagefundamental stocks, brines, sauces, and rubssuggestions for interchanging proteins within each recipeEach dish, like each story, is an adventure from beginning to end. An inspiring, illuminating, and often funny journey into unexplored territories of haute cuisine, Girl Hunter captures the joy of rolling up your sleeves and getting to the heart of where the food you eat comes from.
I was skimming through reviews on this, and they seem to be mixed. Some people hate the flowery writing, (which I didn't mind) and other people are upset she's not attacking the meat industry more systematically or providing tips for hunting your own meat. First up, this is definitely more a memoir than food industry book. Second of all she doesn't focus on the learning to hunt, that part would be up to you, she does provide recipes for how to cook the game you get, and those all sound delicious.
There was also a review that was really upset because she thought Pellegrini was attacking vegetarians, I don't think that she is. I think she's celebrating meat, and our connection to the land, which ancestrally was based on a plant and meat based diet. But getting your meat used to be more complicated than a trip to the deli counter or McDonald's, and that's what she is advocating for. I think if Pellegrini was given the option of Tyson chicken breasts for life or a vegetarian diet, she would advocate vegetarian. But that's also a little short sighted. She wants to advocate for something different. Something more local, something more farm to table.
To me that's worth exploring. It certainly made me want to try more fresh game, to try cooking with it, though she still didn't convince me quite to go out hunting. I also don't think we can opt out entirely, if we leave the deer alone the population will swell, and overpopulation leads to sickness and other not so great consequences. The same can be said for a lot of other animal populations, cultivated thoughtful hunting and gamekeeping is different than the crazy mass produced meat factory farms. She raises an interesting point about the nature of hunting in the US. In England, hunting is seen as a good thing, done by the elites and the aristocracy, but in the US it's seen as something only poor redneck folks do. That's one cultural item I would love to trace the origin of.
Anyway, if you're interested in a discussion of food and the way we eat, I would recommend this book, just be prepared for more of a flowery memoir than you might be expecting.
“Girl Hunter: Revolutionizing the way we eat, one hunt at a time” is none of the above. What a disappointment. I found this book so…unhelpful, so…uninspiring, so… insipid. It was just really, really boring to read. Maybe my expectations were off – but they were set by the book itself in many ways.
My biggest complaint is there is no “WE” to this book! There is no path demarcated that we can follow, there is no philosophy outlined that we can incorporate. There is no discussion about the economics, the morals or even the history of hunting. This book is very much about the rather repetitive adventures of Georgia Pelligrini.
And it’s not even about her growth as a person. Granted, she becomes a better marksman, she becomes a more skilled hunter, and she can butcher her kill more efficiently. But she never shows us why we should care. Here is a synopsis of her first hunt: “I got up early. I met my hunting buddies. They were all guys; I stood out. I used to wear high heels. The animals were beautiful. But I thought how good they would taste, so I shot them. We all drank together and celebrated. We ate our kill.” Unfortunately, it’s also the synopsis of her 2nd, 3rd, 4th and nearly every kill, with just a different personality, game and background thrown in for color.
I was left wondering so many things, and desperately wanted her to justify the subtitle and explain HOW hunting revolutionized the way she ate. How Georgia? Did it allow you to accept your inner predator? Did it change the way you felt towards all animals? Other than taste, did you feel differently eating an animal you had just killed, versus one you bought at the grocery store? Did it change your ‘non-hunting’ eating habits? How, How How? This question is skirted so many times and never answered satisfactorily.
Maybe some truth in titleing would help this book, I suggest “Girl Drunkard: You too can change the way you eat if you know all the right rich people and get someone to pay you while you write a book about it.”
Sorry. This self indulgent book guised as something "revolutionary" brings out my snarky side.
This is a good next step after reading The Omnivore's Dilemma. Georgia Pellegrini writes about her pursuit of the ultimate experience in consumption - killing, butchering and eating her own food. She meets many colorful souls who help her on her journey as she hunts deer, hogs, turkeys, pheasants, and squirrels.
The writing is superb. Very descriptive and "comfortable" at the same time. Each chapter is followed with several recipes for the game just discussed. I am going to buy this book and keep it on my shelf just for the recipes.
For those of you who might be thinking "that's just not for me", you may want to look a little closer. Georgia got her degree and went to work on Wall Street for Lehman Bros. She felt that she needed something different out of life and went to chef school. She started her second career as a chef in 4 star restaurants serving the same kind of Wall Street people that she used to work with. Then, one day while working at a restaurant that had its own gardens and some livestock, she was told by the head chef to go slaughter several turkeys and prepare them. She marched up the hill with some helpers and dispatched the turkeys with a butcher knife. Then plucked them and gutted them. This, she says, woke something inside her that she had to go find.
This is her story of how it feels to go to your food source and kill the meat you put on the table.
Overall I was pretty disappointed with Girl Hunter. Georgia Pellegrini worked on Wall Street, then went to culinary school and became a chef. While working as a chef she worked much closer to her food, but only after she was asked to slaughter a turkey did Pellegrini start thinking about how removed even chefs could be from the reality of where their meat comes from. So, she decides to learn how to hunt and in doing so close the gap between herself and her food. All of this sounded very interesting to me, but the book was very choppy and didn't really tell her story clearly. Each chapter she recounts a particular hunt, but each chapter could take place days or years apart. There was so overall story tying everything together. I think this could have been a really interesting book, but I had to force myself to finish it. I wouldn't really recommend this one to anyone.
I live in a house of many opinions on the matter of hunting.
I am not a hunter. I, however, am married to a hunter. I have one child who struggles to like the taste of meat and yet wants to hunt for it. The rule of the house is that if you can't eat it, you can't shoot it. It's taken some soul searching for that child to decide how to proceed. I have another child who, disposition wise, strikes me as an unlikely hunter and yet is fully excited to embrace the idea. So this book was an interesting perspective on the puzzle that is my house.
The author, Georgia Pellegrini used to work for Lehman Brothers. After a time she opted to forgo her career there and went to cooking school abroad to become a professional chef. Her experiences there led her to the opinion that the most responsible manner of eating is procuring that which you eat. This book is about that journey and her experiences hunting for different types of game. The lovely addition to the end of each chapter is recipes for the game and sauces to go with them.
Reading this book did make me more aware of the fact that I am really more accepting of hunting than I believe myself to be. It's not that I have any issue with people hunting, it's more that I have trouble with the idea of myself hunting. I think I could hunt birds but that's really as close as I see myself coming to the sport. That said, over the years I have graaaaaadually let down my guard about dealing with the game that comes home to my house. At first I would only allow it to go from field to butcher. My husband (a former professional chef) did prove that it was better, cleaner, tastier if he handled it. So I allowed that. Over then years I have reached the point where I will also tolerate the packaging of it.
But this book also pointed out another matter that I had already embraced - the meat, almost withour fail, just tastes so much better than what you find in a store. And there is something to be said for taking what you need, responsibly, not having something raised inhumanly and killed inhumanly. To others it may seem primal to hunt for your meal. To me, and to the author, it seems oddly more thoughtful. So I walk away from this book still unable to embrace the idea of becoming a hunter myself but more appreciative of the greater idea. And , I am now also armed with great recipes for the game that will come home with those in my home who do embrace it.
Half narrative on how a classically trained chef, city girl, becomes a hunter and half recipes for the game she kills. I found this book very entertaining; however, she mostly writes about hunting on hunting ranches and game preserves, which is foreign to me. We hunt on public land, or farmers land with permission. Our hunting experiences are very different from the authors, but in the end, it comes down to eating what you take. And, the knowledge of where you food comes from and how it is cared for before it makes it to your table. It is kinda, well, yuck, when she talks about field dressing the animals, but that is reality. The recipes look really good, and now this book will take it's place in my cookbook collection. Only complaint I have is that she refers to "golden labs", there are three colors of labradors, black, chocolate and yellow. There are no goldens.
I agree with the reviews on goodreads that describe GP as a so-so and sometimes pompous writer. It's hard to like her as a person and to get much out of this book. She's been fortunate enough to know a lot of people with a bit of money who can hook her up with really cool outings all over. I find myself mainly daydreaming about what fun it would be to have these opportunities and not have to work in the corporate world, but that's not enough to overpower her serious love of herself which makes me feel ick inside as I read it. I imagine trying the recipes she adds to the end of each chapter. Definitely a cool concept for a book, I just don't find myself liking the author and that makes me 'eh' about this book. Here's a hint - Name dropping your rich and famous school-mates from the prep school your parents 'made' you go to is not a good way to open up and draw in your readers. Geesh!
I enjoyed this book as it was interesting to hear hunting stories from a girl who did not grow up with it as I did. That said, I wished she had delved further into her journey of becoming a hunter. I realize she is a blogger but I like books better when they read as books and not as a blog posts. The stories seemed slightly disjointed and while she hinted at her motivations for become a hunter, she never fully explained herself. I think that could have been a very strong tie through all the stories.
I finally unearthed this great little book and finished it! I had forgotten it had recipes at the end of each chapter....GOOD, elegant, do-able recipes. And I had forgotten that I really like the way Georgia writes about hunting, with clear eyed generosity of spirit and an open mind about harvesting her own food. She hits the sweet spot between practicality and understanding the spiritual (for lack of a better word) aspect of hunting. This is one I'll keep for my daughter (13 year old huntress) to read when she's ready.
Excellent book on one woman’s quest to learn how to hunt. Highly recommended reading, especially for new hunters who value the field and stream to plate movement!
I kind of really disliked this book. The only reason it gets 2 stars rather than one is because, when we finally get to what the title suggests is the "meat" of the book, if you will, there's some inkling of insight that feels interesting. But that's a paragraph every other chapter.
Mostly, it feels like a collection of instances of someone rich/well-connected paying or getting invited to have fancy hunting happen to them. There's always other well to-do hunters, guides, or people that own land, telling her where to be, providing rides, vehicles, guns, etc. She barely ever says a word, like she holds barely any agency. She describes other human beings, particularly what seem to be lower income folks or folks with a different culture as if she were at the zoo describing animals with amusement. Like, haha, look at what this one said! Ain't that funny?
At times, it feels like she is trying to describe some of the people she hunts as almost subsistence hunting folks to reiterate the "realness" of the experience. Immediately after, there's a description as to how they're all drinking whiskey or brandy and smoking fancy cigars, have servants attending, own enormous swathes of land for hunting purposes, a mansion, or multi-million dollar companies. And the kicker is that in the next paragraph, she offhandedly mentions how they are staring at folks walking miles of deserted road just off the hunting property she's at because they can't afford a car. It's some real classist BS.
It's a shame, because there is so much more insight that could've been shed on the misogyny that she experiences (regularly), the ethics of hunting, the deep moral dilemma of eating meat. But nope, apparently there's no guilt at all because BACON.
The classism and nonchalance really hit me the wrong way, YMMV.
A couple of things bothered me about this book. I like hunting stories. When someone refers to "slapping the trigger" when making a shot, it irks me. Perhaps it is a new form of parlance or terminology which I never knew about. But squeezing the trigger, though an overused phrase, is still more accurate and precise to me. It ranks right up there with Elmore Leonard writing "I poured a drink down my neck." I find no humor in either andhave less respect for the authors for using such phrasing. Number two: she inveigles herself into the male world of hunting, drinks with them, hangs out with them. When she is accepted as one o& the group with a swat on the heinie, out comes the misogynistic qua,ities. She did not examine it from a male point of view. It was not a sexual gesture but of comraderie, as much as one basketball player slaps the rear of another. But, wow, sweet was her revenge when she guzzled his expensive wine, huh? The writing otherwise was pretty good. Lacked a lot of details, but perhaps these were taken from her blog and necessarily needed to be shorter. The chapter length was good, the addition of recipes was a unique inclusion.
I didn’t love this book as much as I wanted to. I didn’t not like it, but it just wasn’t as amazing as I wanted it to be. The stories were decent, the writing was good, but overall I just felt it lacked something. A much more enjoyable read about hunting from a woman’s perspective was Eva Shockey’s book Taking Aim and I’d highly recommend that one over this one. Again, not bad, just not anything that I found super compelling here.
Favorite Quote: “So much of hunting is waiting. It is that waiting that makes the fleeting, action-packed moments so thrilling. Those uncomfortable moments among the elements, those feelings of despair, the slight adrenaline flush that comes and goes in an instant, are what make hunting feel like hunting. It is when the discomfort no longer feels like discomfort, as you learn to adapt and become more integrated with your surroundings, that you being to feel like a hunter.”
I really enjoyed Pellegrini’s vivid description of the hunts she participated in, but for a book called “Girl Hunter,” I was disappointed that it hardly interrogated what it means to be a woman occupying a historically male-dominated space. The only other woman she even spends time with is the poor old housekeeper Betty at the luxury hunting estate, for a couple paragraphs near the end. It seems like there were a few opportunities to address and engage with some meaningful things, but this book is definitely more of a memoir than anything else.
Pellegrini artfully invites the reader on her journey hunting various types of animals with people around the USA. I especially appreciate not only her reflections on these experiences, but also her divine wild game recipes and Michelin level advice on cooking up marvelous dinners.
The recipes look great, and the charts at the back for game meat and bird aging, cooking, etc are handy. And a surprise, now I want to try hunting and cooking squirrel...
I learned some things so it wasn't entirely a waste of time. The name should be "Elite Hunter, Nothing Revolutionary Here, Just One Privledged Experience at a Time.
2.5 stars. There are some interesting anecdotes and blurbs about the history and economics of hunting, but overall the book lacks substance and instead feels largely filled with adjectival padding.
Georgia Pellegrini does a good job of communicating why she chooses to hunt her meat and describing her journey into the world of male hunters. Her philosophy that hunting food is a deeply ingrained human instinct is logical, and her argument that the animals she eats lived and died better than the grocery store variety holds up. Her recipes sound delicious. While I, personally,could not enjoy the company she keeps, she writes with great affection about the relationships she shares with hard drinking fellow hunters. Where she loses a star is that she offhandedly mentions sport hunting of predators (specifically flying to Africa to hunt leopard) as if that somehow plays into the narrative of ethically and instinctually hunting food.
The author was recently featured on MPR Midmorning. She described fascinating tales of her hunting experience in search to track down the ingredients for the meals she prepared as a classically trained chef. Other callers relayed their experiences with wild game hunting, including a college student at Bemidji State who hunts and eats mostly wild game and avoids the college cafeterias. I added the book to my reservation queue at the library, and just had the chance to read it now. Here are some of the stories she highlights in her book:
Turkey and duck hunting in the southern United States Elk hunting in Wyoming, where she encountered a shady character and had some discussion of poaching Squirrel hunting in upstate New York Grouse hunting in Montana High class hunting on a British estate Hog hunting in the south west, with tracking and hunting hounds
For each type of game she encounters, Georgia includes recipes at the end of each chapter. Knowing that we all don't have easy access to wild game, she includes modifications with more common meat items from your local grocer. You can also read more at her blog: http://georgiapellegrini.com/topics/b...
Along with the hunting skills and tips, she shares some local trivia from the various places she visits. While in Wyoming, she mentions that it was never supposed to be a state. "If Ulysses S. Grant had his way, the land would have been split among Idaho, Montana, Colorado and South Dakota. But the citizens of Wyoming put more people on the official rolls than actually inhabited the state. They begin naming babies before they were born, and they were the first to give women the right to vote because they needed all the voting power they could get" p 71. Go Wyoming!
I enjoyed reading this book for several reasons. One, it makes you face the reality of where some of our food comes from. I respect Georgia for her research. I've taken comparative anatomy and done plenty of dissections, but I haven't mustered up the courage to ever fire a gun. Second, it makes me appreciate the efforts of my family who are more than happy to share their bounty of venison, fish and the occasional bit of elk.
Ages ago, I was a vegetarian and was against any form of hunting. Today, I have given up my vegetarian lifestyle and married a hunter... who is quickly turning me into one as well. When I first learned about Georgia's book, I immediately preordered it and then read through her blog to bide my time until the book came out. My determination to hunt my own food has been renewed, I can't wait to get my 20g over and under.
Unfortunately, her constant narration about every little detail and feeling bored me to tears and I stopped reading about a third of the way through. Half a year later, I've finally finished the book with days to spare before my husband leaves for deer season. Even though Georgia's writing style bored me initially, I enjoyed it the second time through. I'm the type of reader that doesn't like it when authors interrupt the story to float around with their philosophical thoughts instead of getting to the point. This time around, I read each chapter as if it was a short story and then take a break, instead of reading through the book all at once -- which definitely helped.
Georgia does a great job of covering different game and hunting experiences, including how hunters play a very important role in animal conservation. This is definitely a book for those who are passionate about their food sources and self sustainability.
I really, really wanted to like this book as woman hunter (novice) that I am. I had previously read "Call of the Mild: Learning to Hunt My Own Diner" by Lily Raff McCaulou and loved it. Girl Hunter can't figure out what kind of book it wants to be and all it did was perpetrate long standing stereotypes of hunters as rich, privileged white males on private land and game farms with some that have no qualms about poaching. I came away with the opinion that she is a dilettante - she didn't really learn anything about hunting or how to find game. Every chapter was "I went to some private game farm, was driven to stand, handed a gun and told where to shoot." Then she was driven back to a camp where someone cleaned and cooked while she raved about the $60 dollar stemware and expensive wines. And for being a chef, there was surprising little about preparing the game. Most of the time she writes that someone else did the cooking as well. Yes there are lots of recipes that are complex, call for ingredients not found in a non-professional chef's kitchen and bury game in sauces that would over shadow what ever game is buried underneath. Really - how many hunters are going to actually roast a whole wild hog on a regular basis? Overall a true disappointment and does nothing to change stereotypes about hunters and women hunters.
Let's start with the most superficial issues before addressing more significant ones. "Girl Hunter" reads like blog entries woven into book-length. There are a number of comma splices and run-on sentences; further copy editing would have greatly improved the sentence quality, though not the overall structure.
A number of other reviews have covered this next issue: this is elite hunting, for the most part - paying ranches and the like to hunt their stocked grounds. Even when Pellegrini isn't hunting stocked grounds, it's still in a very bourgeois setting - cigars and old Chateauneuf-du-Pape doesn't exactly scream proletariat. While she does address the hierarchy in which she practices in passing, she also seems to think hunting stocked ranches is a democratized form of big game hunting; it comes off as: you don't have to go to Africa for the thrill of big game hunting; the everyman can in the States! (Trophy hunting is another whole issue that isn't addressed at all.)
While I appreciate that Pellegrini tried to address gender issues within the hunting communities that she encountered, I felt her actions ended up enforced sexist structures.
While I liked the spirit of the book - hunting and preparing one's food in a sustainable manner, Pellegrini ends up hunting like a rich white man hunting for sport, not survival.
I must admit, I saw this lady featured on daytime television while I was nursing my baby so the hopes were not that high -- and they were just about matched. Although if Pellegrini was my friend or acquaintance I'd probably think she was a pretty cool lady. The premise -- I quit my Wall Street job to become a chef, and quit my chef job to go hunting for different stuff, was a good one. Unfortunately, her version of hunting was closest to the English nobility type of high-class hunting that... is not really all that down and dirty. Pheasants, wild boars, elk, etc -- can we please just go out, shoot some whitetail deer, go back to the cabin and call it a day? No, there have to be snifters of brandy and quaint country inns and crystal goblets and all of that stuff. I am not really exaggerating. That said, she does do an awful lot of skinning and plucking and messy stuff too. Killing a pig by hand? Ok! Another complaint - her writing is sooooo flowery. So many descriptions of moons and trees and smells that don't amount to much. But! It's really a unique book, and I do really admire her project and that she's pretty serious about it, and about sharing it with other people. Three stars for perfectly pleasant, good breast-feeding read. Basically, that's my criteria these days. :P
I may never see meat the same way again. I would wonder where it came from and how fresh it is.
The author is a chef & decided to hunt her food the same way our forefathers & pioneers did. She hunts not for the prize but for the meat. As she says, when she sees a hog crossing the road in the woods, she doesn't see an animal but sees sausage. She believes that hunting for meat is more humane to animals. She's a conscious hunter so there's no suffering unlike grocery shopping for farm animals. Food for thought but I'm no hunter.
Where & what does she hunt? deer and turkey in The Village, Arkansas javelina in Alpine, Texas grouse in Montana hunting elk from horseback in Wyoming pheasants in hill country, Texas pheasants & birds in England duck hunting in Louisiana's delta hog hunting in Arkansas squirrel hunting in New York (this may sound awful but according to the author, squirrel stew is really tasty)
After each chapter of a hunting experience, she gives a few recipes and hints about skinning & cooking game meat.
Quite interesting but I won't be using any of the recipes. I'm no hunter.
The aspects of character that make someone gifted at outdoor skills tend to be at odds with the aspects that make someone a good writer. Hemingway is the great example of a wordsmith whose other gifts bring a first-hand knowledge to the reader of things the reader may never come close to experiencing for himself. Ms. Pellegrini writes vividly of how it can be stimulating to be out in the cold and the wet when your reward is the thrill of the hunt. She's really good at sharing that thrill. Her appreciation of nature is well-served by her ability to describe it. Her stories about getting the game for her cooking are more compelling than her stories about the cooking itself, and though the book has recipes, I doubt I'll ever try any. I also find myself rooting for her as she keeps coming up against old boys club attitudes about a woman wanting to hunt. Episodic, and not a page-turner, I have been using this as an alternative title to have something a little different as a break from more weighty books.
I know I must be missing something here. I adore Georgia Pellegrini's blog and am convinced that if we ever met, I would be too much in awe for us to have a healthy, normal friendship.
So how could I not get into this book? Grrrr..... (That would be me, not the animal she's hunting.) I mean, I believe in guns...but maybe I can't justify hunting. I eat meat although these days my diet is pescaterian-ish, so maybe the recipes at the end of the chapters didn't do it for me. Despite all this, I just couldn't get into her accounts of the hunt. It wasn't that I was disgusted, angry or upset. It's just that I was....(I really don't want to say it) bored.
:-\
I'm going to give her other book ("Food Heroes") a try b/c I love her writing. I just don't think this book that called out to me.