I had my first experience with local food here in North Carolina last night. There was a possum in the back yard. I understand they're good eating. Of course, I could be wrong. I believe I got that bit of information from reruns of The Beverly Hillbillies. Doesn't really matter. I'm pretty sure that even if I managed to catch the little guy, I wouldn't have been able to prepare him in a way that my sister could eat. Her jaw surgery went well, but she's still surviving on liquids until she's all healed up.
Though I was able to find possum recipes and instructions for catching and cleaning possums online, I wasn't able to find anything about possum smoothies. Thank goodness. I left the little fella to wander along the fence and enjoy the moonlit night.
(What would be the correct word for preparing a dead possum for cooking? Cleaning? Skinning? Butchering? Whatever it is, that last link is my favourite. Note that it's even a website from North Carolina!)
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Some of you will have noticed that I've been rather quiet recently. I'm currently in North Carolina with my sister, her kids and her cats. (Hubby is home with our cat.) I thought I'd have the opportunity to write while I'm here. Obviously I was deluding myself. More when I get home. Thanks for stopping by.