And we got pie. Possum pie is on special this week.
Later that day I went outside again, and the hillbilly dude yelled to me across the way, “Ah got yer possum raht here, if’n yew want ‘im!” I replied, “No, I was chasing him away!” He looked puzzled, and said, “Ah thought yew wanted to cook ‘im!”
I can’t wait to take control of my new NH property this weekend. I’m going to crank banjo music from the mobile home while I fix the decking on front porch.
-SB
When I was younger a lot of people, especially poor mountain people, ate them. A lot of poor black people ate them too. One day at work one of the elderly black ladies was telling about the last time she tried to cook one. She said she flipped the dead possum over and when she cut into it baby possums jumped out and ran all over the house. No more possum for them after that.
I have heard they are greasy and gamey. My black co-worker said they are good if you know how to fix them but after the baby possum incident she wouldn’t touch them. Poor white people that lived on farms during the depression ate groundhogs. They claim that they are excellent. They wouldn’t even think of eating possum.