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Truly Alaskan Moose Stew

I don't know if my husband is going to feel satisfied if we move away from Alaska before he shoots a moose. We are keeping our fingers crossed that he will get one this winter.  How cool would it be to check that off our bucket list? Since we can't do that yet, at least we can check off eating moose from our list. 

I've got to thank my Uncle Paul for making this possible.  As we were leaving his home after our Thanksgiving visit, he filled up our little cooler with moose meat--stew meat, ground meat, a chuck roast, and steaks. We felt so blessed! It is really good meat because he happened to get a young calf, which makes for really tender and non-gamey tasting meat. 


Mmmm...Alaskan moose stew
Last week I tried my hand at making stew in the crock pot for the first time (gasp!).  It turned out really good, and as we were eating it that evening, I realized that all of the ingredients were from Alaska. The potatoes from Delta Junction, onions from a local farm, the carrots from the Matanuska valley, broth from local beef bones, and moose from the Palmer area.  How cool is that?

I thought it was pretty great :).

Here is the recipe that I **roughly** followed, using my creative license to change it to my liking. 

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