Time to enjoy the fruits of my labor.........

Not true on the labor part. But definitely the enjoyment part. With the freezer getting full and still a month and a half roughly left in the Alabama squirrel season, it was time!! Time to thaw out some of those squirrels taken with the air rifle so far this season and enjoy. 

It was a very simple southern fare. But oh so good! Fried squirrel with grits and brown gravy. 



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Enjoy........TR


 
Deep fry or pan fry? I was also wondering, what do you do with the ribs? Are you frying them, tossing them out, or saving them for something else?



When I cook them like this I just fry them in a pan. Seasoned with salt, pepper and flour. There just aint much on the ribs. After I kill them I will get them cleaned up really good and freeze them whole. This gives me the option to quarter them up however I want depending on how I want to cook them once they are thawed. But, the ribs usually get "quartered out" I guess you can say and not eaten.....not anything there to fool with really.
 
That’s what I was wondering. Little meat and plenty of small bones. I cook them when making stew, but I don’t know if I’d want to fry them. I figure they’d burn easily since there’s not much on em. A dog might like them though. I know some people try to avoid giving dogs small bones but if the dog kills a small animal and eats it (or eats one that you’ve killed) they’re eating small bones anyway. Anyhow, just something I was wondering. 
 
LOL my grandmother (Big Momma) used to eat the heads when she was living. She would make me dress out the head. They were fried crisp with the remainder of the squirrel. She would eat what little meat was around the cheeks and then crack the head open and eat the brains! Yep! True story. I never gave her any competition for the heads. I don't like my food staring back at me. Any of you AGN folks do this?
 
LOL my grandmother (Big Momma) used to eat the heads when she was living. She would make me dress out the head. They were fried crisp with the remainder of the squirrel. She would eat what little meat was around the cheeks and then crack the head open and eat the brains! Yep! True story. I never gave her any competition for the heads. I don't like my food staring back at me. Any of you AGN folks do this?

Yep.....not me. But my Paw-Paw would eat the brains. I remember as a kid eating squirrel at the table and watching him crack those heads open and eat the brains. That kind of thing came from a time when many in the deep south were poor. Food was mostly grown, raised, killed or caught and nothing went to waste.
 
Thanks for the reply. Brings back precious stories from my Big Momma and childhood. The pulley bone (wish bone) from the chicken never made it to the table. I would devour it before the platter of fried chicken made it to the table. I still remember my brothers looking through the platter of chicken and asking where the pulley bone was. Ha!. Now days kids have grown up not knowing what a pulley bone is. The pulley bone is no longer cut separately when butchering. Shameful. You mention pulley bone and kids just give you a blank stare.
 
Thanks for the reply. Brings back precious stories from my Big Momma and childhood. The pulley bone (wish bone) from the chicken never made it to the table. I would devour it before the platter of fried chicken made it to the table. I still remember my brothers looking through the platter of chicken and asking where the pulley bone was. Ha!. Now days kids have grown up not knowing what a pulley bone is. The pulley bone is no longer cut separately when butchering. Shameful. You mention pulley bone and kids just give you a blank stare.

Oh yeah!!! I grew up the same way fighting for the pully bone and playing that pully bone game with my daddy. When I cook chicken I always buy a whole chicken and quarter it up myself. And just like my daddy always did, I will still cut that pully bone meat section out. Really really good juicy piece of white meat there. When my kids were younger I had them wanting to pull the pully bone to see who would win. Good memories my friend.