I went to a game supper at the Elks Lodge. They had cooked up a couple of opussum. They only had two of them and a lot of guys so I only got a taste.
Not much taste to it as I remember. Also there is very little meat on the animal in the first place.
I had a father-in-law that liked to play any kind of joke he could think of. And we'd play on each other back and forth.
We lived in Arkansas and one day he brought me dinner in the form of what he called a "Swamp Rabbit" He said it was a local favorite. As I hadn't lived there that long I didn't know better.
He had already skinned it and so I thanked him and he left.
Next day he couldn't stop laughing at the fact he had gotten me to eat a possum.
What I remember is it wasn't like rabbit. Dark meat and kinda greasy. Now it might have been how it was prepared like maybe the oil wasn't hot enough but I don't think I'd look forward to it again.
How did I get try to get even? I replaced the filling in a Twinky with Brill Cream, the hair stuff. He wolfed it down and never even noticed. ???
Living in Jersey, I can't imagine eating one of these large rodent lookin things found smeared all over the roads around the Meadowlands...I'm sure in the country they don't look as foul and filthy...What's the taste like anyway? Based on their steady diet of landfill garbage 'round these parts, I'd rather not find out...
My grandaddy on my mother's side used to trap them and keep them in a pen for a couple of weeks, feeding them leftover cornbread and buttermilk to "clean them up" a bit. My mother told me about it and said she had eaten it when she was a little girl. She said it was greasy also. When you're dirt poor, you ain't picky. I read a book written around 1907 called "Camping and Woodcraft"(one of my favorites), written by Horace Kephart. In it he gives a recipe for possum and sweet potatoes. I'd probably try it in a pinch. Can't be much worse than catfish, considering what they eat, unless the possum is rabid...
What? No frog legs? They're great and easy to make. We usually batter 'em up with beer and bisquick before pan frying them. I don't know what, but those things just do NOT want to die. It's kinda creepy to see them still crawling around on their front legs after you've already finished eating their back ones. Even if you run a knife down their head they still act like they got somewhere to go.