I was flipping through some old family recipes and came across the old opossum recipe. I should’ve offered to cook Christmas dinner.
It starts with – “the opossum is a particularly fatty animal with a peculiar flavor.” And why do we have a recipe for peculiarly flavored animals? If it doesn’t taste like chicken, I don’t want to know about it.
“It is dressed much as one would a suckling pig…” The language strikes me as a little formal. You think if we were smart enough to use such language we would have been smart enough to avoid roadkill. Perhaps I think too much.
“Soak overnight, stuff with opossum stuffing, ….” Opossum stuffing? Hum, recipe not on this page. Now I’m intrigued. Flipping to stuffings. Past moose, reindeer, here stuffings right after squirrel.
We have apple stuffing, celery stuffing, chili, mushroom, onion, oyster, raisin, sage, sausage. Ah yes Opossum Stuffing. Contents onion, breadcrumbs, red pepper, hard cooked egg, fat, (I like a woman who can tell it like it is.) and opossum liver, of course.
As I sit here having a good laugh, it occurs to me. You guys never made me eat any of this stuff, right? Oh God, that’s going to add to my therapy bill.