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  • A Revived Delight

    Posted by Sgt. Mom on January 15th, 2012 (All posts by )

    I know that in Louisiana, they are trying to create a culinary demand for nutria, since the wretched beasts have outworn their welcome in the wetlands there. They were once imported from South America for their fur – but I have no idea why American grey squirrels were inflicted upon Great Britain. You’d think they had enough problems of their own without adding imported, fluffy-tailed tree rats to them … maybe it was payback for that fool who wished America to have every critter mentioned in Shakespeare.

    Anyway, it looks from this story that our friends across the pond are having better luck with transmuting grey squirrels from an environmental pest to a gourmet treat. The linked story did not give specifics, though. A quick snorkel through the internet turned up a rather appealing pre-turn-of-the-last-century recipe for squirrel pie – from Louisiana, as I might have expected. As the Texan once remarked to the Louisianan, “Heck, y’all eat things we call the Orkin man for!”

    From La Cuisine Creole

    Cut up two or three young squirrels or rabbits; put them in a saucepan to cook with two ounces of butter, a handful of chopped mushrooms, a bunch of parsley and two shallots chopped; season with pepper and salt, and a little thyme or sweet herbs; cook them a light brown.
    Throw in a glass of white wine, a half cup of brown gravy from veal or chicken, and the juice of half a lemon. Toss all up on the fire fifteen or twenty minutes, and it is ready to be put in the pie.
    If you have no gravy on hand, add to the rabbits a cup of sweet milk, and a piece of butter, as large as a hen’s egg. (Always with butter the size of a walnut or a hens’ egg!)
    Make a nice paste, line the sides of the pan, pour in the stewed rabbit, and cover with paste. (I presume this to be standard pastry, rolled out and shaped into the pan, and rolled out to cover it.) Bake until a light brown, and eat cold or hot. It is almost as good a venison pie.
    My copy of the classic Joy of Cooking offers directions on dressing out the squirrel. It appears from the diagram that it can be rather efficiently skinned, although wearing gloves is advised. Joy advises cooking them in a Brunswick Stew, substituting a mixture of pork and squirrel for 5lbs chicken, cut up.
    Sautee chicken/squirrel/pork in ¼ cup shortening, and remove when lightly brown. Brown in the fat, ½ chopped onion. Put the meat, onion and all into a large stewpot and add:
    1 ½ to 2 cups peeled, seeded and chopped tomatoes.
    3 cups fresh lima beans
    1 cup boiling water
    A few grains cayenne pepper (whoa – don’t go mad with the seasonings, here!)
    2 whole cloves.
    Simmer covered until tender, and then add 3 cups fresh corn, cut from the cob, and season to taste with salt and pepper, and 2 tsp. Worcestershire sauce, and thicken with 1 cup toasted breadcrumbs. Bon Appetite!

     

    4 Responses to “A Revived Delight”

    1. ErisGuy Says:

      And don’t forget importing red kangaroos to New Zealand. They make good hats. Don’t know how they taste.

    2. Anonymous Says:

      I have a friend since childhood who is – to put it mildly – a hunting enthusiast. Put him in a forest with nothing; come back in 30 days and he will have gained weight.

      Anyway years ago we used to go out in the fields with our .22s and “plink” – shoot at cans – our favorite endeavor was to tie a balloon to a railroad overpass – then go back 100 yards and try to shoot the balloon as the wind is making it dance.

      One day he convinced me that park pigeons are as good to eat as squab – we shot some pidgeons and to me it was the gamiest taste you can imagine.

      We still disagree about that to this day – a good 30 years later.

    3. Anonymous Says:

      @ErisGuy

      “They taste like chicken” (the standard reply)

      Bill (incognito)

    4. Michael Kennedy Says:

      Nothing can be gamier than mud hen. I can still remember my father barbecuing a couple and how bad they were.