A big win for the Sways

I make "squaw candy" sometimes when I smoke fish. It's smaller, thinner pieces that are more like jerky, made with a sweet brine. I still call it squaw candy and tell people they don't have to eat it if the name offends them, or they can re-name it something more socially acceptable to ease their conscience.

Shit's delicious. I wiped out a bunch of coho up on the straits the last few days, so I'm thinking about doing up a batch right now.

 
I first rode horses at Squaw Valley in the summers as kid. Wore my Davy Crockett hat from Disneyland and pretended I was going after Injuns.
 
I make "squaw candy" sometimes when I smoke fish. It's smaller, thinner pieces that are more like jerky, made with a sweet brine. I still call it squaw candy and tell people they don't have to eat it if the name offends them, or they can re-name it something more socially acceptable to ease their conscience.

Shit's delicious. I wiped out a bunch of coho up on the straits the last few days, so I'm thinking about doing up a batch right now.

What an amazing coincidence that I learned of squaw candy's existence just last night. A coworker has spent a lifetime perfecting the art of limiting out on kings in the Samish every single visit. Has his own secret egg curing process, etc. Anyway, he was just back from three weeks of vacation during which he put over 100 lbs. of chinook in his feezer and smoker, and he was telling me all about his honey brine squaw candy.
 
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