McClatchy Washington Bureau | 01/13/2009 | The other dark meat: Raccoon is making it to the table: "In five minutes, Montrose, Mo., trapper Larry Brownsberger is sold out in the lot at 39th Street and Kensington Avenue. Word has gotten around about how clean his frozen raccoon carcasses are. How nicely they’re tucked up in their brown butcher paper. How they almost look like a trussed turkey … or something."
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Time to write a "Depression 2009 Cookbook," with a whole chapter on raccoon. Maybe one on pigeons, another on squirrel, and of course nothing satisfies like edible roots and shrubs from the back yard.
2 comments:
Evan --
Some of us LOVE that you post these interesting tidbits... (Sorry, but ALL HOA news is VERY depressing nowadays!)
As for me, not quite a "boomer" (at 50+) -- my Father brought many critters to the table when I a mere child -- such as **squirrel, rabbit, (self-gigged) frog legs, and even groundhog...
In all seriousness, they really do ALL "taste like chicken."
My folks lived through The Great Depression... and eating those things were not considered all that unusual (especially in the Midwest).
It appears that we, and our own kidlets, are going to live through the "Not So Great -- Depression."
Sadly, (self-gigged) frog legs are no longer safe to eat... And if you have ever tried to skin a rabbit or a squirrel -- your time is wa-a-a-y more valuable.
Thanks for all of your time and for your valuable blog insights -- and most importantly -- for your wit and humor...
In a word, YOU are brilliant. I remain one of your biggest (albeit, anonymous) fans -- and no, I am not one of your students hoping for a good grade this semester.
Take care.
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**I was the only little girl in the entire neighborhood (of VERY happy non-CID homes -- measuring approximately 700 square feet each) who proudly rode her bicycle down the street -- with at least 50 "squirrel tails" flapping in the wind -- competing only with the playing cards clipped to the spokes with a clothespin -- for attention.
a.k.a. The good ole days...
Fifty squirrel tails? I think today PETA would be chasing you down the street.
Thanks for the kind words!
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