My Grandmother's second husband hunted squirrel and enjoyed their taste. Grandma would hide the squirrel among the pieces of fried chicken. You had to be very, very careful.
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The sacrament of the squirrel cult revealed. Some one alert Crack.
Please, dear God, don't let me throw up.
Oh, sure. You could wish for Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease.
Cuteness chaser:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/6018173/Squirrel-is-surprise-star-of-holiday-photo.html
The recipe doesn't specify - brown squirrels or gray squirrels?
Or does it matter?
If ever a post was begging for a hillbilly tag, this is it.
Just so you know...
This link is not about what you think it is. BUT reading headlines and blog post titles is always a hillbilly hoot. ;)
It's a southern thing.
My Grandmother's second husband hunted squirrel and enjoyed their taste. Grandma would hide the squirrel among the pieces of fried chicken. You had to be very, very careful.
Prions are zesty!
Brunswick stew was originally made with squirrel around here, but everyone I know uses chicken now.
My grandmother scrambled pig brains with her eggs quite often and lived to 94.
My late uncle used to tell us great stories when we were kids. Wish we'd recorded them. He had a version of "Hiawatha" with brand names:
By the shores of Coca-cola...
Always wish for more wishes first.
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