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Well, I’ve been to the Insta-Gator Ranch and “petted” those alligators. They sure didn’t seem like fish to me; more like reptiles...but what do I know?
Muskrat is (or was) considered ‘fish’ in parts of Michigan and thus proper lenten fare.
OK, folks, you need a Catholic Coon Ass to set you straight. This all goes back to Meatless Fridays. In Louisiana what constitutes meat and non-meat becomes a problem. The solution is: warm blooded creature = meat; cold blooded creature = non-meat. So one can eat frog legs, gator, snake (any reptile) because they aren’t classified as meat. Now here’s a good one - absolutely true - from the same era. In Cajun country there is a fowl called the Pouldeau (pulldo). Cajuns had a special dispensation allowing them to eat pouldeau on Friday because the bird ate only fish and reptiles so it was classified as “fish” by extension (you are what you eat). If you have ever eaten a pouldeau you understand that the dispensation wasn’t a blessing because they are awful tasting - stinky, fishy smelling, tough chicken!
It’s OK to eat beaver too.
“Giraldus Cambrensis in his Itinerary of Archbishop Baldwin through Wales reports that “in Germany and the arctic regions,” “great and religious persons,” eat the tail of beavers as “fish” because of its superficial resemblance to “both the taste and colour of fish.” The animal was also very abundant in Wales at the time.[17]”
Crawfish ain’t no fish either, but it’s consumed more on Friday’s (and every day) during Lent than all other fish species combined down here in Cajun country (SW Louisiana).
There’s a reason God let the crawfish season happen during Lent. :)
Idiot. Alligator is chicken, so not allowed. Dolphin is permitted,
‘Gator is actually very good, so is ostrich. You haven’t lived until you’ve had ostrich jerky. Much better than rattlesnake or turtle soup. Obama has declared dog is much more tender than either. (True, not made up. On the level.) Frog legs suck.
That reminds me...Ostrich Festival is in a couple weeks, and there’s bound to be a feast. Races for sure.
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