Mmmmmm . . . Coon
I took the photo this weekend at the Soulard Farmer’s Market (St. Louis) when trying to spot the dude that sells beaver. I didn’t find him but I did come across some ’coon.
What’s fascinating is that the spot was packed full of Saturday market go’ers. I didn’t want to wait in line and ask about their ‘coons because dudes behind the counter looked like they meant business. Besides, I didn’t have cooler to carry that mess back to my house. Maybe some other time if we get a good recipe from one of you readers.
without ever tasting it, I have to believe that over the culinary history of America there is a good reason racoon never became popular
“when trying to spot the dude that sells beaver.”
Isn’t that illegal?