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for the creation of this national park in the first place.
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Terribly decimated by huge logging companies and, aided by sawmill
companies, the old-growth forests fell to the logger’s axe over
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Legends and folklore provide wonderful entrées into the heart of many Serves 4
cultures. And in the United States we’ve generated a few of these
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delectable tall tales. Take the mythical lumberjack Paul Bunyan, who
stands heads above the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow and 2 ½ T. all-purpose flour
other similar characters. Lumberjacks created Paul and, with each telling,
he grew bigger. And hungrier. Take the story of his birth, for one:
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… it took five giant storks, working in relays, to deliver Paul to his parents.
And what a baby Paul was; his lungs were so strong that he could empty a
whole pond full of frogs with one holler when he was hungry. It took a whole
herd of cows to keep his milk bottle filled and he could eat forty bowls of
porridge just to whet his appetite.
A lumberjack’s appetite in itself could be the stuff of plenty of legends.
The average man put away 8000 calories a day, in the form of beans
(usually served at every meal), meat, rice, potatoes, bread, biscuits,
cakes, cookies, and pies, according to Maureen M. Fischer in Nineteenth-Century
Lumber Camp Cooking, a book written for elementary
school kids.Obviously the cooks found their work cut out for them.
In 1918-1919, 100 loggers lived and worked in the Scott Bog area of
Connecticut. EVERY DAY the cook there rustled up 75 – 100 pounds
of beef, a bushel of cookies, 3 bushels of potatoes, 30 pies (apple, mince,
cherry, raisin, lemon, and prune*), 21-pound cans of condensed milk, 2 gallons
of tomatoes, 3 gallons of canned apples, 16 – 20 big double loaves of bread,
200 doughnuts, 10 yeast cakes, 40 pounds of sausage, 25 pounds of liver and
two gallons of molasses. (From “Loggers and River Drivers,” Fairbanks
Museum, St. Johnsbury, Vermont, p. 6)
½ t. freshly ground black pepper
Fry sausage in heavy cast-iron skillet until well browned.
Remove meat, leave drippings. Stir flour into drippings until
all lumps disappear. Add milk slowly, stirring constantly
until smooth and thickened. Stir in sausage and black pepper.
Serve over fresh hot biscuits.
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