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Originally posted by Penske_Account
It's been a while since I indulged my WTCF needs, and it's not always easy to get the main ingredient, but when you can there is nothing like possum entrails sauteed with some garlic and onions and a side of hot scrapple. Grain alcohol and hawaiian punch cocktails are nice to wash it down the ole gullet.
And lots of catsup. Hunts.
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Mama Penske's possum chitterlings! Good times, good times!
In college, on long weekends, Penske and I would drive down from Boston to his house. Once off the interstate we had to keep our eyes peeled for road kill. Back then the woods were alive. We never could bring other friends because the backseat always filled up with dinner.
Mrs. Penske seemed to change her shack-ups pretty regularly back then, but one thing I recall all those men had in common was they were good with a knife. They'd have the carrion gutted and skinned lickidey split, and then we set into eating.
Freshman/sophmore/junior years-- mmmmmmm. just before we started senior year the siphallis finally reached her brain, and she had to be institutionalized, but by then Ironweed's sister was a freshman so I wasn't leaving campus anyway.
