The Road Kill Cafe ~ In Loving Memory of Papa

A few weeks ago, we were having a group discussion & somehow it turned into the subject of dining {if you can call it that} on wild game. I'm here to tell ya, those folks had some wild ass stories about squirrel, possum & even bear!

Well Plyers, here's my wild game experience:

The year was 1978/79 {I was 6/7.}. The place was Muda's Kitchen. Papa had gone out with his buddies earlier in the day & when he came home he had this metal container covered with some kind of cloth. He dumped the contents of the container into the sink & covered it with the cloth. I asked him what he was doing & he told me to take my lil nosey tail on somewhere. I think "Scat!" was the term he used. {Yeah right!} He also told me to stay away from the sink. Needless to say, I didn't listen to him. As soon as the coast was clear, I tip-toed back into the kitchen to find out what the mystery object was. I pulled back that cloth and OMG!!! I damn near jumped outta my skin! It was a hairless, dead dog {I thought} but it still had eyes & teeth! Oh the horror!  Papa was watching me the whole time & said "That's what your lil nosey tail gets!" I later learned it was skinned animal, a coon to be exact, that was gonna be Q'd. Mind you, I didn't know "coon" is was what country ass folks called raccoon! I was mortified. I only ate junk food & fruit that day. I was scared they would try to trick me into eating that po' lil raccoon!

Shortly, thereafter, Papa did trick me into eating something when I didn't know what it was. He told me it was chicken. It tasted a lil different but I ate the piece I had. I later overheard another adult mention how good the rabbit was. WTH?!?! They done killed the Easter Bunny & I ate him! I cried so much I made myself sick.

Man....I look back on those days and so hard that I ......the good ole days!