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Squirrel Eating Millet 2
More Squirrel, I Want More Squirrel!
From eating squirrel to founding Portia Law School in Boston – Have I piqued your interest? Here's a pic of the farmhouse I grew up in, surrounded by woods full of squirrels. We ate squirrel ... often!
http://www.jwinfieldcurrie.com/blog/more-squirrel-i-want-more-squirrel/
Forgotten Memories - Did I ever tell you why Claudia is a sissy?
One night when our good friends Liz and Ryan were visiting us in Nashville, we went downtown for the evening to show them Lower Broadway, which is lined with Honkytonks. We went down there getting a ride from our cab driver friend Mike. We always call him because he charges us less than it costs to park down there. He is a 60 year old southern gentleman who tells us all sorts of Nashville trivia and entertains us with stories. He is not your typical cab driver.
On the way home we wanted to get some food and Mike asked us if we wanted some down home southern cookin’ or fast food… We chose the first option. He took us to a place called The Hermitage Café. It looks like a diner from the 50’s. We invited Mike in with us and he sat down and ordered some coffee while we ate the most delicious $3 biscuits and gravy we have ever tasted. Ryan brought up something about NASCAR and as soon as he said the word, an older man sitting at the counter (the only other person in the place) turned around and in the thickest southern accent any of us had ever heard, he said, “I hate to interrupt, but did y’all just say NASCAR? Every time I hear that word, my heart skips a beat.” He was a man that looked like he had a hard life. He started to tell us how he used to work for NASCAR and he introduced himself appropriately named ‘Country’. We all acted like we knew something about the subject, but none of us did.
The Claw decided to tell self-named ‘Country’ that she thought NASCAR was stupid. “Well I bet you have a nice life, never had to do anything too hard, you’re nothing but a sissy.” He said in the most polite southern way possible. I decided to stay on the quiet side and listen to The Claw hold her own. Then he dropped a bomb, “I bet you’ve never eaten squirrel neither.” All of us looked at each other with wide eyes thinking of the most exotic meat we had eaten, none of us had tried anything remotely close to the meat of a squirrel. Claudia tried to defend herself for never eating the sweet meat of a squirrel, but you could see it in his eyes, he thought she was nothing but a sissy. We were all thinking to ourselves that no one else has actually eaten squirrel, only self-named NASCAR fans do, but then our cab driver Mike said he had tried it before. Wha?!?! We decided it must be a southern thing.
He continued to lecture The Claw, naming more specifics of exactly why she was a sissy, when a big dump truck drove by and honked their horn. He casually waved and said hello (as if they could hear him though the window) and told us that he knew all the dump truck drivers in town, not to mention any celebrity who lives in Nashville. But he was just crazy enough to believe. Maybe he had shared some Chicken fried squirrel with Dolly Parton… we just couldn’t tell.
At this point Mike had to go pick someone up. He asked us if we needed any money, explaining to us that The Hermitage Café only takes cash. We told him that we did… so he left us $20 just in case we needed it. Only in Nashville would your cab driver give you money! Country kept rambling on telling Ryan that he looked identical to his favorite NASCAR driver, telling Claudia and me about the preciousness of marriage, and telling Liz to not be a sissy like Claudia. Eventually, after at least 45 minutes of the self-proclaimed Country telling us strange stories, giving us life advice, and linking himself to every famous name in Nashville, he had to go. He told us to come and visit him if we wanted to go fishing or if we had an extra ticket to a NASCAR race. He said, “When y’all go down to the Old Hickory Boat Docks, just ask for Country!”
Since that day, The Claw and I have tried to find Country down at the boat docks, but we haven’t seen him yet. We’re hoping to sit down and talk some more with him over a nice hot meal of squirrel.
Moral of the story: When you’re down at the boat docks, just ask for Country!
HAS ANYONE OR ANYONE YOU KNOW EVER EATEN SQUIRREL?
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