Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Just Call Me Jethro

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!)


  1. Oh, Lordy...I saw a few possums when I was living in Chicago and never once was I tempted to eat them. Of course, the whole vegetarian thing might have something to do with that...

    I'm glad to hear your sister's surgery went well! That's great. Will your smoothie posts transform into something new to accommodate her diet while she heals? "Sister's Post-Jaw Surgery Specials?"

    I'm not sure where you are in North Carolina, but if you are in the Chapel Hill area, you should check out A Southern Season! It's an amazing cooking store--just gorgeous with all sorts of delicious food and cool toys. I love that store.

  2. one man's 'possom is another man's chicken?


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