Skip to comments.Cheap Thanksgiving: Serve Roadkill Instead of Turkey
Posted on 11/23/2010 11:28:23 AM PST by Red in Blue PA
(Nov. 22) -- With turkey prices at an all-time high this year, you may want to seriously consider serving another type of meat at your Thanksgiving dinner -- roadkill -- since it's fresh, fast and free.
According to Midwest hunter Buck Peterson, author of "The Original Roadkill Cookbook" (Ten Speed Press) and other humorous outdoor parodies, the most efficient way to do Thanksgiving on the cheap is to serve your guests freshly hit and roasted roadkill instead of a traditional turkey.
"This time of year is perfect for nabbing a deer on the road. The rut is on, and bucks are only thinking about romance, so they're being much more careless about crossing busy roads to get to the does," Peterson told AOL News. "In these next three weeks, there are very high chances for fresh meat straight off the road."
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The buck stops here.
The meat is pre-tenderized as well. Nothing makes a finer cutlet than 200 passes with Goodyears, Michelins and Firestones.
There is no shame in throwing a fresh deer in the back of the truck. Been there, done that.
Why choose just one? Smash through the gates of a turkey farm and run the stupid birds down.
The article mentions deer and turkey, but why nothing about...armadillo?
It’s easy! Just eat around the tire tracks.
if things are that bad, serve a Costco chicken or two... mashed potatoes are cheap, yams are cheap, stuffing is cheap... or you can always get one of those Armour canned hams (that look like big Spams) that were so popular in the 60s and 70s... saw them on sale at SaveMart—8 bucks for the large one...
Do it today, while, there is still gasoline to provide such sustenance.
Having seen a dead porcupine on the way in today, I’m with you.
Moose and cheese souffle.
Not to mention squirrel and pheasant. I don't care for sail cat though--too flat.
A business group of us visited Germany a number of years ago.
While dining in a restaurant on the square in Bonn, we asked for another basket of bread. Our waiter, who spoke very little English — but who was apparently accustomed to hearing THAT question from Americans — practically shouted “No more bread.” We chuckled at his rudeness.
Near the end of the meal, the waiter approached one of our party and, pointing to one of the menu selections, asked in pidgen English, “Vas ist? in English?” Without pausing, our tablemate turned to him and declared “ROADKILL.” The waiter walked away practicing aloud his new English word.
Once outside, we all burst into laughter as we visualized the next English speaking patron to order that dish being informed that it was “ROADKILL.”
Payback’s a bitch.
Sounds like a bad idea. Do you have any idea what Democrat tastes like, even when it’s still fresh?
There ain’t enough to make a pot of soup with when one of those 18 wheelers splatter a full grown deer while doing 70+ mph on the interstate highway. A little rolled up ball of hair and a big blood splay on the road is all that’s left. I often wonder what happened to all those bones. I mean, where to they go? Do they disintegrate?
My niece who weighs about 90 lbs was coming home when the car in front of her hit and killed a deer. She was on the phone to her dad to come get it. Two men in a pickup came up to where she was and started loading the deer in their truck. She let them know in no uncertain terms that was her deer and they had better get away from it. They got. I keep forgetting to ask her if she had her gun with her. I thought it was very funny that these 2 men were scared away by a little lady in MS.
Jeff sez: "So long as there are ditches on the sides of roads, no one's goin' hungry in Louisiana!"
What in the heck are you talking about? In my many years of travel in Germany, I have never heard “No more bread.”
Sure, they might charge you for it - but so what?
When my older brother was in the AF and on survival maneuvers in N. Africa, they ate anything they could. The only thing he said they could find no way of cooking was a good ole porcupine.
My Great Grandfather’s squad wandered onto some French estate right at the end of WWI. The owner was quite put out when they ate some peacocks.
eewwww! And trying to clean one, yuck!
It must have been a GoodYear.
My guess is that following this recent election, they are quite BITTER.
Take that butt-insky health inspectors!
Bubba and Junior were just hungry, not dumb!
LOL. Trust me, that is PRECISLY what we heard.
And, given that your name is “Patton,” I suspect the last time you were in Germany, you didn’t hear it because you ordered YOUR bread at the muzzle of a Sherman tank. :-))
The county reportedly picks up roadkill, processes it and gives it to the foodbank.
BUT, if a deer has been hit I would think there's a good chance the intestines could have been broken and AFAIK the meat would be tainted.
I joked about taking the fawn back home. It was still there two days later. Probably NOT a good idea to eat that unless you REALLY know what you are doing and obviously I don't.
One of the reasons I don't hunt. I'd love to but when it comes to field dressing....ahhh....pass. I'd probably screw it up!
Found a coyote in the grader ditch on my morning run. Had no sign of injury and his back legs were tied together with fishing line. The conditions are a little suspect and he may not be road kill.
Quite obviously the victim of harsh interrogation methods...
Rachel Corrie Cookbook?...............
Nahhh, wrong generation. When I lived in Germany, I told everyone my name was “Patrick.” What can I tell you, I lived in Bavaria.
But I never had a german tell me no more food of any sort - on the other hand, if you wasted any, even the waitress would cuss you out in a blaze of fury...
A generation of deprivation can change a country’s food habits.
The overwhelming german attitude is order all you wish - but you better eat it.
Only little children can escape this - they use the magic phrase, “Ich bin satt.” “I am satisfied.” At which point, the waitress will turn on the parents... and abuse them for ordering too much food for the children.
In MD, if you’re the law-abiding type, you gotta call the state police and have them tag it first.
*But* I’ve seen many a deer that was there on my way to town gone when I came home a couple hours later and I know the county carcass crew doesn’t work nights.
‘Bout a month ago during a good cold night, we passed a good fat doe coming up the mountain and by the time we went a couple miles home to put plastic in the Yukon and come back, she was gone.
I hadn’t told the dogs about their upcoming “treat” so they’re weren’t disappointed, at least.
My guess would be it tastes like sh*t.
Be selective and remember “Not even a Buzzard will eat a Buzzard”
Yep. It was the same way in Stuttgart.
Perhaps thing were different in the Bundesdorf?
Never went up there. I hate federal villages.
back when i was working outside of the home, i had a manager who would say he was so hungry he could eat the inside of a skunk's a$$... haha!
Oh he wasn't that hungry. Now when you do that with the wind in your face...then you're hungry!
Uh. The buzzards out here constantly scour the countryside for anything they can get. They get tired of possums, so an occasional deer, or even skunk is like ambrosia to them. I guess they haul the bones away, clean them, and drop them in the ditches and fields. - I don’t think they like to have to clean up one of their own. I once saw a bunch sitting in trees beside the road near here looking hesitant. One of their number was dead on the road; so I took a stick and scooted him into the ditch under some leaves and brush. I felt gratitude directed to me; don’t know how to explain it, but I did sense their gratitude.
Now wait just one damn minute.....