Caught in the backyard rat trap of two adventurous and skilled culinarians, Mister Squirrel had sustained a broken front leg. His days were numbered, so we decided the most humane thing to do was to eat him. Skinned, gutted, and quartered, I covered the rodent’s haunches with salted water in a restaurant steam pan. IContinue reading “Breaking Bread with Mister Squirrel”