My first comic book was Asterix, and it changed my appetite forever. From that day on in the early 1970s, before I could even read, I’ve been a huge fan of boar. They looked so very yummy and juicy, leaving me with disappointment that I was not invited to those festivities held at the end of every story. So, I give you my ragoût de sanglier, marinated for days, sautéd and browned, stewing for hours with lots of red wine, French, of course—Bordeaux is the closest wine region to Aremorica, to their little Gallic village, I guess—spiced with chillies, juniper berries, some garlic, pepper and laurel from our garden, not from Caesar’s wreath, though, I hope Getafix the druid agrees with it just the same, his potions always looked really yummy.
Clovis Sangrail 