This is Paleo
Right now my freezer is full of meat from freshly caught game is the very definition of organically fed, free-range food. that I hunt myself, then bloody my own hands butchering the carcasses into serving-size cuts.
Every year my family consumes a fair amount of the stuff, ranging from rustically elegant osso buco to bizarrely inelegant deer testicles fried in oil I rendered from black bear fat.
If you were to compare the total caloric value of my freezer’s contents with the total caloric output that went toward harvesting it, you’d understand why I have the physique of a six-foot weasel — a vicious little creature that happens to be one of the predators I most admire. Every package of meat in my freezer is something I fought for by climbing a mountain, running a river, trekking through a forest, sleeping in snow, or slogging through a swamp, usually with a 20-kilogram pack on my back and sometimes with a grizzly on my tail.
Now that’s Paleo.
In case you’ve been in solitary confinement for the past five years, the gist of the Paleo movement is that, as a species, we’ve fallen a long way since our hunter-gatherer days, and now our carb-rich diets and lack of rigorous exercise have made us soft, slow, and vulnerable. The most ardent Paleo enthusiasts argue
