Good Planets, a monthly carnival celebrating photographs of the natural beauty of our planet, is at Tortoise Trail this month. A feast for the eye and soul. One of my Mt. Waddington mountaineering photographs is in this edition, and at left is another, capturing alpine glow on the north face of this tallest mountain in the Coastal Range of British Columbia.
The Carnival of Bad History is at Philobiblon this month.
As for the Ugly, you can take your pick. A Carnival of Hijacked Holidays throws a wet blanket the commercial holiday season with posts like Why We Skip The Holidays Altogether, and last week's Carnival of the Recipes included a recipe for - gulp - Roast Possum .
Delicious.
What is it about the men in our family from that generation and the allure of bagging small game for the urban pot? My mother has similar tales of brunswick stew a la Grandpop, roundly detested by his progeny. It is a good thing that he was a marginaly better fisherman than hunter and that Buzzard's Bay was far more bountious than the pine woods of Wareham. Put enough cream and potatos in the chowder and even barnicles and dog whelks taste good.
Posted by: GreenmanTim | November 27, 2006 at 04:19 PM
Reminds me of the story Ganny used to tell. Pop returned to their apartment at 27 W. 67th street from a weekend at Indian Gap with a bag full of squirrels he had shot. She was in bed with the stomach flu and Pop made her get out of bed to make him mulligan stew. She did it, but said she "lost her taste for squirrel" after that.
Posted by: Charlottesvillain | November 27, 2006 at 03:17 PM
A lady whom I know told about her father's childhood in east Kentucky. They trapped a possum in the fall and fattened it in a cage on the back porch until Thanksgiving. This was probably during the 1930's or thereabouts.
Posted by: Genevieve | November 26, 2006 at 11:12 PM
roast possum? :(
I just saw the cutest possum in my backyard, burrowing right by my back door. Hes the cutest thing ever, I'd hate to see him wind up on a grill.
I see him almost every night..I'm pretty sure its the same one, hes got and odd white pattern on his rump.
no he's not a skunk. ha.
Posted by: nikki | November 25, 2006 at 10:17 PM