Road feast.

1/1/2021

The new year has begun with some promise. Despite the cold, the sun has returned bringing with it a sense of new purpose and energy. I came across some roadkill on one of my infrequent sojourns into what passes for civilization around here, this trip being precipitated by the need for vital supplies. Fresh Opossum meat is a delight to the palate and here acquired without the expenditure of energy and time needed to actively hunt down game.

I peeled it off the road with my camp knife and proceeded to process it only a few feet removed from the two-lane highway much to the concern of passing motorists many of whom took great pains to insult my person as they drove by, doubtless on their way home to what I will assume to be a trailer park, the natural habitat of the willfully uninformed. Busy in my work I ignored their jibes only scurrying into the tree line when I noted the flashing lights that normally presage the arrival of local law enforcement. Needless to say, this was well worth the embarrassment as I sit down to some possum stew and a fresh batch of Pringles.