WE ARE EATING POSSUM

Joaquima, the neighbors to my Grandparents, invited my grandmother, grandfather and his father to dinner. After they had been eating awhile, my Great Grandfather said, "This is real delicious, real tasty with the beans.  What kind of meat is this?” She said, “It is possum.”  “Possum, oh no.”  He pushed the plate away and said, “I don’t want to eat any more.”  “Well, we eat it all of the time.  You said it tasted good,” she said.  “Yeah but I don’t want any more to do with possum.  I’m not hungry any more.” 

My grandmother used to laugh about that.  She must have been a good cook to make possum taste that good.

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