My father was a young adult by the time the depression arrived as were most of his friends.They were also immigrants who came here to escape poverty after WWII.Ive never had possum or armadillo,but these people could make the best meals (a number of them became very successful chefs) out of the oddest and cheapest ingredients.I've always liked poor people food :-)
Last edited by arjay; 12-10-2013 at 01:02 PM.
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