Which reminds me of a xmas meat story, I grew up in a small town in SE Alaska, my dad was an avid hunter/fisherman as well as a biologist for the fish and game. He was a firm believer that you eat what you killed and you hunt what is in season. So one fall in the mid to late 60's some type of crane (Sand Hill Crane maybe) was going to be changed to protected status and not huntable any more. He was able to shoot one right before it became illegal and put it in the freezer for a special Christmas treat. Well my dear mother had never cooked a meal before getting married and the cook stove we had was a turn of the century oil stove that was only slightly ahead of a wood stove for technology, no thermostat, just a dial from low to high. Needless to say she burnt it until it was inedible, and is the only time I remember my father not speaking to her. I'm sure it wasn't funny at the time but it brings a smile to my face whenever I remember it.