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Squirrel for dinner

2009 November 10
by Rachel Turiel

The squirrel stops moving and Dan is already walking towards it. “Anyone want to skin and eat a squirrel?” he calls back to us. Coincidentally, I had just read an article in one of Dan’s bow-hunting magazines about how tasty these little mammals are, and though I’ve been butchering and cooking and eating wild meat for ten years now, squirrel has never made it into my culinary lexicon.

“Hell yeah,” a voice that sounds curiously like mine calls out.

It’s tough times for carpenters and writers. Who are we to pass up the gift of freshly killed meat?

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6 Responses leave one →
  1. November 11, 2009

    I’ve been reading your columns in the Durango Herald regularly and was pleased to get an invitation to keep reading your work online. There are a few ‘blogs that I check out from time to time, but absolutely none with such extraordinary writing!
    I don’t (and probably won’t) comment often, but your growing ‘hit’ count should give you some indication of your popularity as a writer. All I can say is ‘Thanks!’ and I hope you keep writing and finding a larger audience.
    You should consider mentioning your ‘blog at the end of your columns in that short bio at the end.


  2. November 11, 2009

    Oh Rachel, this is just fabulous. I can just see the kids dancing around the room cheering on more squirrel meat—hilarious, kinda gross and so perfect. You write with such flair. I’ve always loved your culinary curiosity and still remember Dan’s bbq bear ribs, dripping with fat, mmmmm.

  3. November 28, 2009

    I just read the whole article. It is awesome. We are a vegetarian family, but if I were ever to eat meat, this would be the way to do it. I love that your kids just think of this as a normal everyday experience. Great article!

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