Noodles with Wild Boar

We were staying in an old wooden townhouse in Liepāja, on the Latvian coast. I had chosen it because of its proximity to a boundless beach with floury dunes, just like those I remember from my childhood holidays on the Polish side of the Baltic Sea. When the owner learnt of my food mission, he motioned for me to wait in the courtyard while he ran inside his own house to look for something. Returning with a small, unmarked tin, he explained that his family spent their holidays in the forest,