Hey, it's not just mid-20th:
Seattle Times article: Dinner gets very local for squirrel-eating Seattleite
Best quote? "It did not taste like chicken."
best quote alright
but it got me wondering what it does taste like
|Squirrel isn't as gamy as venison, she says, and tastes like rabbit. (Adhering to the journalistic creed of "trust but verify," we sampled the squirrel; it had a nutty flavor and tender, slightly greasy texture.)|
I've never cooked rabbit myself, but have eaten pretty good tasting rabbit in local restaurants in Spain.
For that matter I've eaten pigeon breast as starter in a fairly fancy restaurant once. That tasted *very* good - and there's lots of them everywhere :-)
It's an interesting topic all round, (but not one for this thread I guess).
Does remind me of a story involving a friend on mine though. He was living in the countryside on a small unworked farm (just a few fields really), and was vegan at the time. Spent a lot of his free time outside, was planting a lot of trees at the time as well. Anyways, there was a hare living on the land. It (she) had a couple of babies/leverets. Over time, my friend got to know them so well to see, that he'd named them all. 'Paris' - the mother, was first named - before he realised that she was a she. Anyways, one day after driving home from work, he discovered 'Paris' dead on the road.
He stopped and checked - she was dead all right, but still warm. So he took her into the yard, skinned her, and then on to the kitchen and cooked her slowly in a pot, adding lots of veg and a few spuds for a good stew. Apparently the verdict was pretty gamey and very tough.
But he sure suprised a lot of people :-)
I would have liked to have been there to see the scenario - in fairness, probably not that different from any traditional small farmer that kills an animal that's been almost like a part of the family for a year or two. Somehow seemed almost cannibalistic though, what with him being vegan and all.
(with apologies to Ian if I didnt do the story justice - I believe there was a mock-epic poem written shortly after by a creative friend of his - naturally involving France, and Troy, and probably Paris Texas