Another food tale, fitting the same subject heading:

Hubby and Son picked up a turtle yesterday that they found that had been run over, with damage obviously too severe to heal, so they brought it home and...butchered? it, and made soup this evening. I wasn't about to try it, but Hubby said it's delicious, and even I have to admit it didn't smell bad--though I have opened all the windows in the house and have the attic blower on. At least in this case I wasn't able to detect the smell of the meat itself like I can when he cooks venison sick. BUT--ew, ew, ew! By the time I got up, they had already cooked all the eggs--poor old girl. My son tried frying a couple, and they boiled the rest. Both kinds were pretty bad, and there's a dish of boiled turtle eggs for the dog in our refrigerator. sick sick sick