Roadkill for Mama

So I'm driving home from the grocery when I pass my 2 youngest kiddos (ages 4 and 11) in the road messing with a roadkill squirrel. They give me a quick background and ask if they can take it home to process.

Unfortunately, I knew Mama Coastie would have a total cow and strongly object, so I told the kids, "Sure, go ahead."

Baby proudly parades roadkill to Mama. Tells her "we found it in the road and a car ran over its head and it's still warm and fresh, and (brother) is going to skin it and cook it so we can eat it for dinner and it's going to be yummy and (brother) is going to keep the pelt..." and babbles on and on the way only a 4 year-od can...





….and Mama Coastie is like…..













Time to get to work…






Brother completes the entire cleaning and skinning process all by himself (I was quite proud of him).

A present is left on the kitchen counter for Mama Coastie. She squawks again…we laugh again...









and brother cooks the squirrel.

ETA: (wrapped in foil with butter, cooked 2.5 hrs @ 275 deg ...meat falls off the bones...simple way for a little kid to cook)




Dat was some good stuff!