NYTimes.com / Nov 3
.... I carried a platter of the boiled whale blubber to an outdoor deck.
Natives call this fat muktuk. Each square piece of it had a hunk of black whale hide affixed to it like a handle. I did as told: grabbed the hide and bit into the blubber. It tasted like a wedge of solid rubber that had spent several months marinating in rancid fish oil. And it flew instantaneously from my mouth into a thicket of nearby birch trees.
Michael took my glass of merlot away from me.
"You'll be needing Jack Daniel's," he said.
