Dang looks good! When I was little boy, my whole Family, including my Grand Father, on my Mom's side, Would go down to the big cypress swamp, and my Dad would deer hunt, and my Grand Father would turkey hunt, and then take my Brother, and I squirrel hunting. We would bring back the squirrels, and skin, and cut them up, and my Mom would make Squirrel and dumplings, just like chicken and dumplings but with squirrel instead. Sometimes she would make a stew, with gravy, and onions, and potatoes, and sometimes mushrooms, if we had any. Some times she would fry them like you did, and make a gravy, and serve it with rice, and English peas, like you have. Thanks for bringing up fond memories. On a uh...... lighter note, thanks to the trophy "NUT" hunts, a good Friend of mine who works for the FD, and is a Chief, goes on a call in his chiefly car, and is getting in it to get some paper work, and he says he still doesn't know exactly what happened, but as he slid across the seat to reach for the binder with the paper work, he had somehow rolled the "Boys"! He was in such a position, that he could not lift himself up, and the only way to get off the Boys, was to scoot back out, off of the seat. Well that just rolled them again. He was standing, or leaning on the car, deciding whether to throw up, or pass out, or a combination there of. One of the medics, sees him, and asks if he is alright, and says no, and explains what had just happened, well the medic tells him to get in the rescue unit, and they take him to the hospital. Coincidentally, the one, one his daughters works at. Well long story short, the Dr. informs him, that one of the boys, is torn in half, and the other is badly bruised, but will survive, but the torn one will have to be removed! While be sedated, it seems, he made some remarks, that he thought was funny, at the time, and in a flirting way, to the attending nurses, that his daughter, later, informed him, as did his wife, it was not funny! So any way, he is telling his friends, including his clown friends, via email, as he is also a Fire fighter clown, about what had happened. I am reading his story, and crossing my legs, and getting chills all over me, just imagining what he went through! Well of course he got all kinds of good thoughts from his clown friends. NOT!! being Clowns, and Firefighters, he did not get any sympathy, but a lot of joking remarks, and the best one was, "Well Fred look at this way, you're married, and still swinging single!" Anyway, about a week later, I am on the internet, and looking at some funny "T" shirts, and I see one, that almost made me fall out of my chair, from laughing so hard! it took me over 15 minutes, and a couple almost calls, to get control over myself to call Fred, to ask what size shirt he wears, and what color he likes. After his many questions that went unanswered, I finally got the information. At the Children's Burn Camp, I gave it to him, in front of some of our Clown Friends. It showed a cartoon squirrel holding a nut, and the caption, "It's all fun and games, till someone loses a nut!" He tried to wear it to the in laws for Thanksgiving dinner, but his wife would not let him! Thanks again for bringing back great Family memories. In fact I have a squirrel in the freezer right now, that my neighbor's Grandson shot with a pellet rifle. I had told him, that if he shoots any more, to save them, and let me know, because I wanted them. So he called me told me that his Grandson had gotten another garden robber, so they brought it over, and I cleaned it, and put it in the freezer, with a Grouse, a Friend of mine's wife tagged with her car. Thanks,
Wayne
