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At my first job when I was a young-un in high school I worked with an old black man, Benny. Benny was a man that grew up very poor, and stayed that way. He would catch a sunfish the size of your hand when held flat. He would clean it, and fry it up, put it between two pieces of day old bread, and take a bite, and then slowly chew and take the bones out of his mouth one at a time. When he was done, there was a pile of tiny little bones he pulled from his mouth.
He invited me to go to his house for roasted possum. It was a favorite meal of his. He told me that after catching and cleaning the possum, go to the day old bread store and get the cheapest bread they have, two loaves. Stuff one loaf into the possum one slice at a time to get it all the way in there. Season like a roast chicken, back for an hour. Then pull that first loaf of bread out that is now soaked in the fat of the possum, and feed that to the dogs. THen stuff in the second loaf of day old bread, and back another full hour, or until it is tender. Once again feed that bread to the dogs, and pick out the bones of the possum and throw the meat into a strew with vegetables, and it is really good eating. I declined his dinner invite.
A bottle of MD-20-20 was the perfect wine to go with the possum stew.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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