November 22, 2006

The Thanksgiving fish.

Eerie fish

Godspeed on your trek to Grandmother's house! May the fish be crispy and the squirrel succulent!

9 comments:

chickenlittle said...

Both my maternal and paternal grandfathers were avid hunters, meaning that growing up in Wisconsin, we never went to Grandma's house for Thanksgiving. The men (only men in those days) were always off hunting deer that day, which meant that a Thanksgiving feast at Grandma's was hit or miss (pun intended)thing and often did not involve turkey. Thanksgiving turkey feasts were something that townfolk like us did (my dad got a job in Madison in 1960, and left the farm).
Anybody else have a similar experience?

George said...

Good Lord, you don't fry the squirrel.

You eat its brains.

Anonymous said...

Squirrels? You wish. We need to find a way to really fatten the little rascals up, then maybe, to your delight. Till then, Watch the trees! Watch the trees!

Simon said...

I'll stick with the traditional fare, but have a good thanksgiving, everyone.

MadisonMan said...

Enjoy the post-feast nap! Tryptophan for everyone!

Ruth Anne Adams said...

The Thanksgiving squirrel used to be so dry we'd have to drown it in squism just so we could swallow it.

Ann Althouse said...

Know your Althouse pet peeves: Talking about tryptophan at Thanksgiving time.

Anonymous said...

Mmmm... That little fish looks tasty.

Tom said...

Good Lord, you don't fry the squirrel.

You eat its brains.
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