The good old days ?
Many fantasize of the simpler halcyon days of yore based on family legends but I still remember the day my nonagenarian (93 or thereabouts) grandmother confided that the oft repeated "roasted opossum and sweet potatoes" reminisces were untrue, at least in her memories.
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The good old days ?
In my neck of the woods, the varmints being roasted with sweet taters were raccoons. During my days runnin trap lines, we had a fellow in the neighborhood that loved to get them to eat. That was how we disposed of them when we caught one in a trap. Personally I liked armadillo over coon. Cooked them on a BBQ pit over mesquite coals. I don't know if these were the "good ole days", but they were good day in my memory.
The good old days ?
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The mentioned antecedent in 1898 and 1907.![[image]](images/uploaded/2025022719382467c0bf30065f1.jpg)
She confessed to oft repeating the stories of being so poor that they had to eat opossum to keep body and soul together but admitted to never actually tasting such beasts.
Y.T. videos abound on the subject but the flesh is mostly trimmed of the offending fat that was often cited in the tales of yore. Which begs the question, if the tallow was so noxious and pervasive, why wasn't it simply removed back in the day ?
"If only we knew they were the good old days at the time."
Nah,. it's not then was better, it's that now is worse.
t's not then was better, it's that now is worse.
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Ele era velho.
Ele era corajoso.
Ele era feio.