That’s Brooklyn’s only reliable solution to its opossum infestation. Greasy, gamey meat, though, I’ve got to say, and like the old song lyric tells it (“Turn that possum round, boys, turn that possum round”) it takes a lot of stirring of the carcass in boiling water to get all the hair off. Howsomeever, this is ancestral stuff, y’all. Genuine survival food, like chitlins and okra. Goes great with taters, too. In a time of economic, uh, troubles, don’t you know?
UPDATE: Old joke: What is the only Irish marsupial? The o’possum, of course.
















Well, why not go a step further: possum stuffed with rat morsels? Start trying the dish out on the authors of the possum idea…
It’s true that possums eat garbage, but somehow I can’t quite equate them with rats.