A few years ago, Jim and I, along with a group of friends, traveled to Macon, Mississippi for a weekend at a quail hunting plantation. The father of one of the boys owns the full-service plantation where guests enjoy rustic accommodations, guided hunting, and delicious food prepared by the staff.
With no true hunters in the bunch and not much knowledge of guns either, hilarity ensued as we embarked on our new adventure. The good old Mississippi boys running the expeditions tolerated our inexperience but I feel certain they were chuckling under their breath when no one was listening. Even the quails relaxed with our lack of experience; one of the birds casually stepped a few inches to the left on a branch after a near miss. I don’t think he sensed much threat!
As it turns out, I was a decent shot and sadly, I killed 8 or 9 birds. Always the animal lover, I’m not proud of killing those innocent fowl and after they were cooked and on the table, I couldn’t eat them. I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want to see my food alive.
When we were not hunting we were listening to staff tell us stories about the haunted main house of the plantation. Apparently, the apparitions had a fascination with water and would frequently turn on sink or bathtub spigots. I experienced this first hand when the entire group was eating in the dining room one day. I’d not seen the main house, so a friend and I walked into the main house to explore. We climbed the stairs and as we neared the bathroom on the second floor the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as we heard the sound of water. As we entered the bathroom we saw that the spigot of the bathtub was running full blast!
My grandfather was an avid hunter and most any small animal was his potential prey. In my day, I’ve eaten rabbit, squirrel, dove, and quail. My father and I didn’t get the hunting gene, though; we’ve always been much too tenderhearted to kill animals. Honestly, the few times a bird has flown into the front of my car or a squirrel scurries into the road and I hit it, I feel bad all day. I tried to be a sport on this trip, but every time I pulled the trigger, pangs of guilt rippled through me.
Today’s post features Brunswick Stew. I’ve always associated this rustic southern stew with hunting and it brings to mind a picture of hunters sitting around their campfire tending to a huge iron pot of stew containing whatever game they’d killed. Many “authentic” recipes call for rabbit or squirrel as the meat ingredient, but chicken or pork make delicious alternatives.
The origins of this dish are in question, but Brunswick, Georgia and Brunswick County, Virginia both lay claims to the invention of the popular stew. The rich and spicy tomato base plays wells against the chicken, okra, corn, and lima beans, creating a delicious stew with big, earthy flavors. Serve the stew with piping hot cornbread on a cold winter day.
Ingredients
4 strips bacon, chopped
2 cup chopped onion
1 1/2 cups chopped celery (with leaves)
1 1/2 cups chopped carrots
5 cloves garlic, minced
1 28-ounce can diced tomatoes
3 cups chicken stock
2 cup frozen lima beans
2 cups corn kernels, fresh or frozen
1 rotisserie chicken, deboned
1/2 cup barbecue sauce
2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
2 teaspoons paprika
2 cups sliced okra, fresh or frozen
Tabasco sauce to taste
Instructions
1. Brown bacon in a soup pot or Dutch oven. Remove browned bacon. Transfer onion, celery, carrots, and garlic and saute for 6 to 8 minutes, stirring occasionally.
2. Add tomatoes, chicken stock, lima beans, corn, chicken, barbecue sauce, reserved bacon, salt, pepper, and paprika to the pot. Bring to a boil and reduce heat to simmer. Cook for 30 to 40 minutes.
3. Add okra and Tabasco sauce to taste. Continue simmering for 20 minutes. Adjust salt and pepper to taste and serve immediately.
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fritzi says
October 24, 2015 at 6:15 pmUnlike every other person who commented, I actually made the recipe you took the time and effort to post. I live in Virginia, where the origins of Brunswick stew are hotly debated. The authenticity means nothing to me, I’ve eaten and enjoyed the hell out of all the ones I’ve tried. Yours intrigued me because I’ve never seen the addition of okra, but had a bumper crop this year that begged to be used. Your version is absolutely delicious, I used Sticky Fingers bbq sauce. Thank you for posting! I will definitely make this many times.
Bill Harris says
October 24, 2015 at 10:36 pmThanks so much for the comment! I really appreciate you dropping by! I always appreciate getting feedback on my recipes. Have a great rest of the weekend!
Heide M. says
March 11, 2014 at 6:36 pmI’ll have to try this.
mjskit says
March 3, 2014 at 2:18 amI’m with you – I don’t mind eating meat but I don’t want to meet the animal I eat. 🙁 Love your all of your pictures Bill! They really tell a story. Brunwick stew is one of those dishes that I’ve heard of, but I’ve never had nor until now, didn’t even know what was in it. What a heart and delicious looking stew! The half cup of bbq sauce was an interesting ingredient.
Karen (Back Road Journal) says
March 2, 2014 at 5:49 pmLoved the story, the photos and of course the recipe. I haven’t had Brunswick stew in ages…thanks for reminding how good this dish is.
Beth @ bethcakes says
March 2, 2014 at 3:33 amWow, these pictures are wonderful! I’m like you, I don’t think hunting is for me. But this stew looks absolutely amazing!
Katie | Healthy Seasonal Recipes says
March 1, 2014 at 4:17 pmIt just cracks me up that we both posted chicken and okra recipes in the same week. I will have to try this one, since I haven’t had Brunswick stew since I was in high school. I remember loving it, though until now I couldn’t quite remember what was in it. I too agree about the whole not seeing my food alive thing, though I want to change that about myself. In a way I feel like if I eat meat I should be able to face the facts of where it came from. I am not to the point of being able to hunt. Yet.
Foodiewife says
March 1, 2014 at 5:07 amAwwwwwwww. I know how you feel. I once watched a calf grow up at my next door neighbor’s little ranch. He was called “Moo”. Well “Moo” became various cuts of beef, and I was given a butcher paper wrapped part of him. I couldn’t eat it. I knew the animal, and it made me sad. Yet, I still love to eat meat and poultry! I love the picture of the two donkeys (at least, I think that’s what they are). That ghost story! Eeeeeeeeeeeek! I would have been in my car, heading far and away. My friend, from Atlanta, has been talking about this stew. I’m going to show this post to him and see if this is the recipe he’s hunting for. Of course, I’ll have to cook it, but he’d love it. Great post!
Shashi @ https://runninsrilankan.com says
February 28, 2014 at 6:27 pmOh my goodness – that is scary indeed hearing the water running…so did yall stay in the main house or were just visiting it?
This Brunswick stew looks delish! Your photos are gorgeous, Bill!
Kathi @ Laughingspatula.com says
February 28, 2014 at 3:54 pmMy grandfather was a big hunter and I also grew up on dove, quail and who knows what else he threw on that table! A quarter to the grand kid who bit on the biggest piece of shot gun shell! ugh! Wondering – not a big Okra fan…would peppers be a good substitute? Great story!
waharris1957 says
February 28, 2014 at 3:57 pmThanks, Kathi. Yes, I think peppers would be a fine substitute.
John@Kitchen Riffs says
February 26, 2014 at 6:45 pmI’ve never made this dish, and really need to someday. This looks fabulous! Great story, too. I’m not a hunter, although getting out in the woods and fields is always fun. Really fun post — thanks.
Jocelyn (Grandbaby Cakes) says
February 26, 2014 at 4:19 pmThis stew is absolutely and insanely fabulous on every single possible level. I can’t stop staring at it!