I miss the days of my grandma's cooking. The kids in her neighborhood would use their bb guns and kill squirrels for 25¢ each. She would skin them, soak them in buttermilk and vinegar, then cut them up and fry them, just like chicken and the gravy she fixed alongside it was just the best. One time my grandpa hit a rabbit and it stayed on the bumper and couldn't get away. He took it inside, dressed it and it was that evenings dinner. My grandparents were very poor and lived in a one room house till they moved to town when I was 6. Those were good times for me.