I remember,
Tree squirrels in Missouri, head shot (or grandma got upset), cleaned, in a bucket of salt water by 9am. Drained at 10 am, dipped in buttermilk, shaken in seasoned flour, fried in LARD until brown. Frying pan scraped and then a rue made of fat, burnt bits and seasoned flour. Whiskey added from a quart jar (?) along with some coffee. Biggest pan taken out (turkey roaster size), squirrels laid in and covered with liquid and pan lid. Low heat in my grandmothers wood stove till about 4pm. Squirrels fished out around 5pm. Liquid in pan thickened with heavy cream from just milked cows, then squirrels back in till 5:30. Fresh bake bread, coffee with thick cream, salad from garden, thin sliced cucumbers and onions under vinegar and ice water. No one ever had room for desert. 1952 on grandpas farm.
Yeah you can eat squirrels,
blindhari