I had my grandmother make a stew out of a big roadkill coon I brought home one night after a friend I was riding with hit it with her Corvair. I made the hide a project for my Northwestern School of Taxidermy course and had it sitting on the end of the dinner table scowling in our direction. My sister commented on how good the stew was and asked what it was made of....Well, I told her, it's that bad boy sitting on the other end of the table. Bad idea. She gagged and ran outside to toss her cookies off the porch. I still can't help but remind her of that one every few years! It was good eating, but my grandmother was a genius of a cook who could make just about anything palatable.
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