No no… I am not kidding.

I wish I was.

Traumatized is what I am. Sickened and a tad creeped out… more than a tad. A lot.

Yesterday, bf went turkey hunting. He didn’t get any turkey. Guess what he got? I’ll give you one guess.

Yes. You are correct. Squirrel. He got 2 squirrels to be precise. He brought them home to me and asked me to cook them for him.

I was at a loss. I have no clue (or desire for that matter) how to cook squirrel meat. All that I could think of was squirrel stew.

Ingredients (yes, I really am serious):

2 squirrels, gutted and skinned (gag)

2 white onions chopped and diced

4 carrots sliced into rings

2 garlic cloves

2 cups coleslaw mixture

4 yukon potatoes

1 cup of Beef Broth

1 cup of water

After the squirrels have been skinned and gutted, chop the squirrel up. Add all ingredients to crockpot and cook on high for 6-7 hours or low for 8-10 hours.

Serve. I really don’t know what else to say here.

Here is a close up of the “Stew” about 1/2 way through. I was glad that the squirrel wasn’t raw anymore, but the more it cooked, the more the tiny broken bones popped out and gave me the heebeegeebs.

And then here is the final product.

Now, we all know that this post isn’t about the recipe… it’s all about who ate it. And how he ate it.

He ate it. He devoured every last drop in the bowl. Bf said it tasted like dark meat chicken. I will have to take his word for it.

Gross. Did you see how that meat was just dangling off the bone?

While he was eating he got a call from a friend. It went like this:

Bf: What’s up man?

Friend: Not much brah. What’s happenin’?

Bf: Just eating my squirrel.

Friend: Sweet. How is it?

Um… if I called a friend and she was eating squirrel, I think I would act a little more dramatically than that.

Even the dogs seemed to think it was a tasty dish. But then again, instead of chasing them around the yard praying for a bite, here they are in a bowl with some carrots. A dog dream come true.