Just finished reading book on Trump family. Grandpa Freidrich made his money by serving stew made with dead pack horses that had collapsed on trail to Klondike and hot coffee.
When people are poor and trying to make a living everything is “fair game”
A German will eat about anything! Lol. I remeber my Grandmother sending us Grandkids to the creek to get a couple buckets of Big Frogs so she couldfry them up in the leftover bacon fat in an old coffe can under the sink. Damn good eats!
By the way what is the name of the book your reading about Trump?
Thanks in advance.
Go Trump
Of course...and I recall my father telling me of his childhood in the Appalachian foothills during the Great Depression...about he and his brother trapping birds and rodents.
Those birds and rodents were in truth, sparrows and pack rats and most likely were the biggest source of protein for them for the week.
Not that they went hungry, but potatoes and corn and poke salad can carry you only so far.
Probably one of the reasons that after he became successful, he would not eat any piece of meat that did not have that blue USDA stamp on it, somewhere.
But I like to think that if I go into an establishment for Kung Pao Chicken, that I'm not getting Screech Bang Venison or maybe Squashed Possum Pao.
Not that I wouldn't eat either, if it came down to it...just tell me about it.
I've eaten rat, cat, dog, 'coon, possum and Almighty God only knows what else, in my worldly travels, but I knew full well that it wasn't USDA-inspected prime grass-fed beef and it didn't come off the steamer table of the local Chinese takeout, with a Health Department inspection sheet on the wall next to the cash register.
Once, as a young Buck SGT, stationed at Fort Rucker back in the '70's, after returning from VN, I was assigned as an MP Game Warden.
One of the bennies was that we were allowed to hunt on duty and with a daily allowance of one buck per day, back in those day, and an average 90 day season...well, we ate a lot, a lot of venison.
People gave us fish by the buckets...quail...squirrel, rabbit...turkey, you name it, if it was a legal game animal or was killed legally, we got it.
Got to the point that my wife built a legend around Enterprise, Level Plains and Daleville on her skill at wild game cooking, especially venison.
She learned a rattlesnake recipe that was used by the Opp Rattle Snake Rodeo and Roundup, after I brought her a 6 footer that I'd cut up after skinning and told her it was catfish.
She learned from that, that catfish and rattlesnake don't deep fry quite the same.
She made me eat it, anyway, for lying to her, but the next batch, she did it right and I had folks following me around, wanting to sample.
So, you're right...you do what you gotta do, especially if you're a young married buck SGT, fresh back from VN, making a grand total of $430 dollars a month, out of which you gotta make rent, car payment, clothes for your wife, gas for the car to get her back and forth from the Dr...'cause she's pregnant and due any day.
Ohh...those were the good old days!