You said it, brothers and sisters!

I hope that all my visitors read the Brilliant Remarks every single day (and twice on Sundays) because the comments are, by actual measurement, 67% more brilliant than anything I have to say.

There were many excellent suggestions for the preparation of squirrel, and I want to make sure nobody misses them. I’ll pause for a moment while you gather your recipe cards.

Mama, twins, Vegetable Palace.

Note to My Brother Bob: I do not currently require a preparation for deer meat.

I am not much of a jerky eater. But I enjoy the word “jerky:”

omawarisan: I don’t know why eating squirrels makes jerky come to mind.

Using a Malawi-an recipe would be very cosmopolitan and would reflect well upon us as Citizens of the World:

Ken: Apparently there’s a Malawi recipe we could tailor for making kabobs from them:
http://m.apnews.com/ap/db_16032/contentdetail.htm?contentguid=v7yRj5ZV

Comforting to know that the taste is familiar:

Sandi: Hey, it looks just like the guys in my backyard, the ones who we’ve (maybe) finally stopped from eating from the bird feeder. I call them by name… and their name is “tastes like chicken.”

I was hoping that the existence of our backyard garbage pile had gone unnoticed:

Jen: Holy crap. On a spit over the garbage fire in the backyard is all’s I can think up.

No recipe suggestion here. But every time I include the word “Busty” in my blog, the hits from Google searches go way, way up:

Busty LaRue: Eww gross! I am sorry your babies feel like they need to give you presents like these. It’s times like this when I am glad that my baby only likes to give me rolled up pillbugs! At least they are easily disposed of.

This was very comforting to contemplate. I can now picture the little thing running away unscathed after I threw it over into the neighbor’s back yard:

Alison: Really? Our cat caught one of these and left it for our Great Dane to have her way with. I found her outside, enjoying herself immensely, with just the tail end hanging out of her mouth. Your squirrel isn’t even slimy. I think it’s just sleeping.

Julia is a very careful and faithful reader:

Julia: Isn’t that the squirrel who was trying to kill you a while back? I guess the dogs were just trying to protect you.

I knew that My Brother Bob would have a suggestion. He is an excellent cook. The part about the cat meat is just a joke. (Probably):

My Brother Bob: squirrels are tough to skin and the meat is stringy, like cat meat, but six to eight hours in a slow cooker should do it. roll the pieces in flour with salt and pepper, put on bottom of crock, add a can of beef broth, maybe some vegetables if you can find any, and dinner is ready. enjoy.

Chez is from Australia. She knows about these elaborate island-style preparations. What? Australia isn’t an island? Are you sure? Anyway:

Chez: I’d have a luau with it. Make a big ass fire in a hole in the back yard & let burn down to coals. Singe the fur off the critter with a blow torch, gut it, rub some seasoning & wrap in wet banana leaves & bury in coals in the ground with some veges wrapped in foil. Light tiki torches, don grass skirts, then dance & drink for about 6 hours, dig up and Bon Appétit !

Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Why didn’t I think of this? It was practically a rule in our home. Except for the ranch dressing part. Ranch dressing hadn’t been invented yet:

Mimi:
I vote for squirrel nuggets (you can tell I feed 5 grandkids quite often)I’m a firm believer in this theory: You can take anything in the world, cut it into pieces, dip in batter, deep fry it, and serve with a side of ranch and it will be DELICIOUS!!

ANYTHING + BATTER + DEEP FRY + RANCH = EDIBLE!