Laure’ and I were out walking the neighborhood one morning when we saw our friends, Ben and Nicole. They were in the process of building their new family home, and staying across the road at Ben’s parents’ place.
We were invited to wander through the build site and see all the work in progress. All very cool, with Ben doing much of the work himself.
As we were leaving, we swear that we heard Ben ask, “Do you want any Orcs meat?”
Before we can put our jaws back into place, Ben says that he got a special permit to hunt Orcs in the White Sands area of New Mexico. “Nicole, go take them over to dad’s house and get them some Orcs meat”.
Before we can say a word, lovely Nicole whisks us away towards a chest freezer in the garage across the street. Not wanting to appear rude or ungrateful, I decide to be politically correct.
“Um, so how do you cook Orcs?” I ask Nicole. “I love it in stew”’ she says, “But I’ll also give you some ground up. It makes delicious hamburgers. Not gamey at all.”
L and I look at each other. Now, we only eat meat once or twice a week. I cook an almost all plant-based diet, so when I do plan on preparing meat, I am very particular as to what I buy. In all my years of cooking, some of those professional, I have never heard of Orc.
It was only a year before that I answered the door to find a beaming Ben with a fresh Elk roast. It was quite the treat. I trust Ben, and I trust Nicole, so I’ll brace myself and commit to doing this Orc up right. Lots of onions and garlic.
Back to the loading of the Orc. Nicole loads (and I mean LOADS) our arms up with multiple packets of Orc meat. She points up at a skull with long graceful antlers. “That’s the one Ben’s dad got last year.”
I sigh in relief. It’s an antelope-looking creature!
Walking back home with our arms weighed down (did I mention that Ben and Nicole are some of the most generous people we know?), L and I laugh. We both had had the same imagery in our heads of the Orcs from the Lord of the Rings Trilogy.
When we get back home, we immediately run to the internet. We quickly figure out that it’s not Orcs. It’s Oryx! Good grief!
Someone brought back a herd of them from Africa and released them in the White Sands area where they are thriving. Now there was some in our freezer.
After thought: Was it very sick of us to eat it while watching ‘The Fellowship of the Ring’?