Wednesday, December 5, 2012

FRIED SQUIRREL

No this is not a joke.  My uncles went squirrel hunting often and my grandpa loved fried squirrel.  My dad and my husband both ate it occasionally, too.  I remember the first time my husband knew he needed glasses.  He went squirrel hunting and came home so irritated.  He could hear the squirrels in the trees but couldn't see them. I have never tasted squirrel and I don't ever intend to, although I have fried it!

Dress and section squirrel.  Soak in salt water until free of blood.  Roll in flour and fry in skillet with enough grease to bubble around each piece of meat.  Over each section of squirrel, shake salt, pepper, meat tenderizer and herb seasoning.  Fry each side until tender and golden brown.  After each side is browned, turn heat down and add a small glass of water to skillet.  Cover with a tight lid and steam until tender.

2 comments:

PATRICIA GARDNER said...

My daddy and my uncle Bob would hunt squirrels and rabbits. I never could eat one. In the 1950's Daddy had to wait for me near Vanderbilt university. As he sat in the car he watched the squirrels play on campus. He said he never went squirrel hunting again. I don't remember any more squirrel suppers.

PATRICIA GARDNER said...

My daddy and my uncle Bob would hunt squirrels and rabbits. I never could eat one. In the 1950's Daddy had to wait for me near Vanderbilt university. As he sat in the car he watched the squirrels play on campus. He said he never went squirrel hunting again. I don't remember any more squirrel suppers.