Posted on 02/11/2005 7:56:41 PM PST by silent_jonny
>>>Investigators say the homeowner was picking up roadkill and keeping it in her refrigerator, freezer and in plastic bags behind her house. <<<
Packrat syndrome gone literal!
Did she bring any crockpot suppers to neighborhood potlucks? We shouldn't judge... maybe she had simply stocked up for Y2K. I suppose even roadkill has a shelf life.
Pennsylvania Possum Pot Pie
(Often served to unsuspecting bed-and-breakfast tourists in Amish country)
Five-pound possum, cut into serving pieces; water; salt; 12 peppercorns; two ribs celery, chopped; two carrots, quartered; one onion; two cups flour; four egg yolks; six tablespoons hot water
Place possum in kettle. Add water to cover, salt to taste, peppercorns, celery, carrots and onion. Simmer until possum is thoroughly tender, about two hours. Strain broth and pour into clean kettle. Simmer while preparing remaining ingredients. Remove possum from bones. Discard bones and skin. Cut possum into bite-size pieces. Sift flour and one-half teaspoon salt together onto board. Make well in center and put egg yolks into it. Gradually work yolks into flour until stiff dough is formed, adding hot water as needed. Knead until smooth, about five minutes. Cut dough in half. Roll each half until paper thin. Cut dough into noodles about one inch wide. Add possum to simmering broth. Gradually add noodles. Continue boiling until noodles are done, about five minutes.
Serves eight to twelve.
In the book their last name was Holt. But I don't know if that was their real name.
Possum Pot Pie--yummy! Do you leave the fur on or off?
It is very difficult to convince these people that they need help. Our Seniors program had Home Delivered Meals and Houskeeping Assistants who kept us informed. But many people refused the programs and slipped through the cracks. The lady who had the dead horse in her house, shot at the Deputies and the Animal Control Officers when they came to dispose of it. They finally got her minister to talk her into letting them remove it
Homer and Langley Collyer lived in a three-story brownstone in Harlem. Langley cared for Homer who was paralyzed. In 1947, Langley was unexpectedly killed by one of his own booby-traps (crushed under an avalanche of garbage). Homer subsequently starved to death.
The author changed the names, but was faithful to the story. Supposedly they had been very sheltered and dominated by their mother. The family had been wealthy but I don't recall if there was any left.
That looks like a nice house!
Yeah, it's an upscale neighborhood, apparently.
I this woman will be able to get the right kind of help. Something's obviously not right up there.
The place looks far too well kept to be condemned... the shrubs are even nicely groomed. I think maybe it doesn't take much for a house in a nice neighborhood to be 'condemnable'.
The outside of the house belies the horrors that are inside. Two feet of trash covering the floor. Dead animals everywhere ...
Can houses be condemned because the insides are totally trashed? It's hard to imagine...
They must have had a yard service.
Trash everywhere, the dead animals were in the fridge ;~\
Ahhh. Hopefully the cleaners will be well compensated.
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