James Taranto links to this story, which I remember coming out back in the day, on consumption of squirrel brains in backwoods Kentucky. Well, when I was a child of some four or five years, I was taken to visit some very rednecky relatives in deep East Texas. A dish was proffered to me and I was told it was chicken and dumplings. I ate it. I was then informed that it was actually squirrel and dumplings. Several of my great-uncles were hunters and they'd bagged a whole treeful. I relate this trauma to my conversion to vegetarianism.