Actually, I've heard somewhere that there's a book all about roadkill cooking. The problem there is you have to get it within a short time to do the whole gutting thing. I.E. you need to carry a butcher knife around which does not fit in anmy of my handbags....so, you know, there's that.
Good job coming up with a topic, Pat. Tomorrow is also known as Candlemas which was the early Christian co-opting of pagan Imbolc, the holiday that marks the halfway point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox: six more weeks of winter no matter what some woodchuck does or doesn't seem. Charming holiday. We'll have dinner here tomorrow consisting of as much island food as we can pull together and in honor of the old custom of sharing whatever surplus you may have to finish out winter, we'll share eith one another any superabundance we have and can get through the rest of the winter without.
How wonderful, Sandy! Somehow I always connected Candlemas to Christmas and have never heard of Imbolc, which you think I would. I envy your gathering and will carry its memory on into next year. You are a treasure.
My dad used to tell stories about hunting woodchucks with a bow and arrow in his teens. I believe woodchucks and groundhogs are one and the same. I'm quite sure my grandmother never cooked them, but I remember him talking about skinning them to use the hide and being careful to remove a particular gland because of the strong, unpleasant scent. Now, I can't imagine him doing any of this as he never hunted during my lifetime. Thanks for the story!
The things our parents tell us about their youth that don't fit in with our sesne of them is crazy sometimes. You never saw him use a bow? (and yes, they're the same)
❤️ your humor is my safety. Waiting for a ground hog to drop it at your feet seems self-defeating. What about a recipe for roadkill? 🤔🫣
Actually, I've heard somewhere that there's a book all about roadkill cooking. The problem there is you have to get it within a short time to do the whole gutting thing. I.E. you need to carry a butcher knife around which does not fit in anmy of my handbags....so, you know, there's that.
“I’ll have to figure out how to get a groundhog to peacefully die on its own.” 🤣🤣🤣 Pat, you’ve outdone yourself with this one!
Poor little thing!
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‘Celebrated’ Imbolg last night, Feb. 1, with grilled salmon bathed in wine-butter-lemon thyme, honey-whole wheat bread w/ walnuts, wild rice.
show off.
The original scrapple, perhaps?
pretty much
Good job coming up with a topic, Pat. Tomorrow is also known as Candlemas which was the early Christian co-opting of pagan Imbolc, the holiday that marks the halfway point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox: six more weeks of winter no matter what some woodchuck does or doesn't seem. Charming holiday. We'll have dinner here tomorrow consisting of as much island food as we can pull together and in honor of the old custom of sharing whatever surplus you may have to finish out winter, we'll share eith one another any superabundance we have and can get through the rest of the winter without.
How wonderful, Sandy! Somehow I always connected Candlemas to Christmas and have never heard of Imbolc, which you think I would. I envy your gathering and will carry its memory on into next year. You are a treasure.
Enjoyed this! Thank you
Thank you Kathy! I appreciate you being here.
I’m blown away by this piece. So unique!
It's just another tour through my brain!
My dad used to tell stories about hunting woodchucks with a bow and arrow in his teens. I believe woodchucks and groundhogs are one and the same. I'm quite sure my grandmother never cooked them, but I remember him talking about skinning them to use the hide and being careful to remove a particular gland because of the strong, unpleasant scent. Now, I can't imagine him doing any of this as he never hunted during my lifetime. Thanks for the story!
The things our parents tell us about their youth that don't fit in with our sesne of them is crazy sometimes. You never saw him use a bow? (and yes, they're the same)
I saw him use a bow, but not to kill anything.