I remember as a little tyke in the north western corner of Virginia having big sit down dinners with extended family including great aunts, uncles, and cousins. The table was set with all the normal fare, corn, potatoes, beans, chicken, squirrel, beets, cuts of beef and pork, and everything you would imagine from a country setting. Everybody had some of everything except my great Aunt Lucy had a bowl of "walnuts" in front of her. I asked mom why Aunt Lucy was eating "walnuts". Mom told me they weren't nuts they were squirrel skulls. Aunt Lucy would crack them with a nut cracker and spoon out the brains. She invited me to try them. "No ma'am, thank you, but I don't think so." That was 70 years ago, and I haven't changed my mind.
