Even my husband's friend Tim, who was over to help my husband start screening in the porch, had some.
I've always taught the kids not to kill anything they weren't going to eat. But I never intended that rule to apply to snakes. It is just unthinkable.
Yesterday, Gabrielle brought the skinned and trimmed snake to the house. When I told her to "get that thing out of here" she told me it was not a thing, it was meat. It ended up soaking in a bowl of ice water on the counter while I prepared dinner, all the while pretending it wasn't there.
Today, I was forced to help Gabrielle cut up the snake. (The bones hurt her fingers.) She breaded and fried some of it, some she coated with vinaigrette and some got spicy herbs and pineapple juice. All were cooked outside on a fire the kids built.
Throughout their snake feast, I hid in the house (except for taking the pictures for this post). I admit it. I am a wimp. I would not even try the snake. Not for anything.
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Egads... Gabrielle and Gregory are very brave. Not me, sister. I'll eat chicken. Now, if I ever come to your house, I will wonder what I'm eating. lol.
Well, I've lived long enough to know better than to say "Not Me", You never know what you have to do....but I will say ...I have to be mighty hungry to eat one...or not know that I am eating one! Ginny B.
I think it is really neat that your kids are adventurous, that means you are too. I grew up thinking there was nothing that I wouldn't or couldn't do when I was outside playing. My Mom let dye with poke berries. Play in the sand, and mud. I don't know, if I was a Mom, if I could handle all the things that kids can get themselves into. You are a great Mom, you rock! The most unique thing I ever ate was alligator, and octopus.
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