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I don’t think I’ve ever written about it, but I should. The first time I visited Timm in Noatak, and after we officially started liking each other that way he kind of sealed the deal with my send off meal. Out of his freezer in his teacher apartment he served me trout quaq, bowhead maktak, seal oil, dried ugruk meat, and then get this – he whipped up some caribou fat akuutaq with blueberries. Ladies, that’s all it takes.

In my January column for High Country News, I wrote about Native food, titled, “Foods harvested throughout the seasons make up a wintertime meal.”