The possum and shotgun

[phil evans]

usually sweet potatos/yams.
an old southern dish,
texas too!
not just for poor sharecroppers.
carl g. hartman's book possums, university of texas press 1952, page 151, FDR ate possum, recipes begin on page 152.
the original other white meat.

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[PhillipM]

usually sweet potatos/yams.
an old southern dish,
texas too!
not just for poor sharecroppers.
carl g. hartman's book possums, university of texas press 1952, page 151, FDR ate possum, recipes begin on page 152.
the original other white meat.

A friend of mine killed a possum once and thought it would be interesting to eat. His mother, a depression era gal, had cooked many back in the day and served it up. He said the first and only bite tasted like a spoon full of Crisco.

[RED]

It was about 0200 in the morning... our mouser named Kitty Kat decided to sharpen her claws on the bedroom curtains. Kitty Kat is supposed to sleep in the garage and we keep the garage door open about 6 inches to allow her to perform her major function... catching the aforementioned rodents. Anyway, the curtain rod gave way and suddenly my wife is drowning in drapery material. She was not happy and requests me to "get that effing cat out of the house!"

Twenty minutes later I finally capture Kitty in the pantry and carry her to the garage door where we come face to face with Mr. Possum. Now, Kitty is not happy and bloodies my arm with her claws and escapes back inside the house. Mr. Possum disappears underneath one of the cars. After moving the cars outside I am still unable to locate the possum but a thorough search reveals him hiding behind the deep freeze. I use a broom and manage to remove him to the outdoors. Another search for Kitty Kat and another 20 minutes and back to the garage where there sits what I determined was that same attack possum. Now this is serious. With the cars back outside, I armed myself with the nearest weapon... the 9MM out of my wife's car. Thankfully the JHP's disintegrated upon impact with the concrete floor but unfortunately deposited fragments and gore into the sheet rock wall. Maybe I shouldn't have double tapped the varmint but by then I was't happy either.

Lesson learned... put the dang cat out or you will be cleaning walls and putting up curtains instead of sleeping.