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Monday, February 07, 2005

King of the Wild Frontier Part Deux

Just wanted to let you know that after a 36-hour saltwater, garlic and vinegar brine and a 7-hour slow-roast, the coon was ready to be eaten. Unfortunately, I had the beginnings of this fever when I tasted it, so I'm not a worthy authority on the subject. It was really tender, and tasted like beef to me. Everyone else said it was great...then again, there really wasn't much to go around. Peter, my little brother who is understatedly nicknamed "Monk" (like the TV show about the OCD detective), refused to taste it.


4 Comments:

Blogger Me said...

your brother Monk is very smart.

12:24 PM

 
Blogger imiT said...

I concure with Gabi. Monk is a very wise man. I can't imagine eating raccoon. Ugh!

12:05 PM

 
Blogger Me said...

that Jesus killed my old man jersey was too funny.

8:56 AM

 
Blogger nehanda said...

i like reading your words..warm blanket of kindred souls making room..desiring rest.

3:19 AM

 

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