283. Eat alligator

Well I did it. I ate alligator. Not just me, my husband, Erik, my kids and even my awesome cousin were here. I will say this. I did feel tremendous guilt over tackling this adventure. Up here in the great white north we have cows, pigs, and chickens as our main meat source. If you are a hunter or happen to know one you might find yourself eating moose, bear, deer, fish, elk, etc. But alligator? No no no. Here alligators are exotic creatures and we mostly don’t think about eating them. I felt so guilty for eating such a cool and majestic creature.

My cousin on the other hand offered a fresh perspective. “It makes me feel powerful and wild. This animal could eat me but I ate it first.” I admit she had a point.

Now to get into the meat of the story. Erik was kind enough to prep the meat for me and cook it. He let it marinate in cajon seasoning for 24 hours before frying it in a pan on the stove. It was not such an insane task after all and turned out amazing.

As for the flavor and texture. It felt like chicken and shrimp type of texture but the flavor was more so if chicken met fish. It was a weird and confusing in my mouth but somehow worked and was actually a really delicious meat. Everything from the seasoning, to the alien textures and odd flavors mingled unexpectedly well.

I’ll be honest, that may have been a once in a lifetime experience, but it’s one that I won’t be forgetting any time soon. I think it’s worth trying just to say you’ve done it. For me I think my guilty conscience outweighed my animalistic blood lust.