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http://www.marxmail.org/archives/december98/guinea_pig.htm A recipe for fried Guinea Pig
CUY CHAQTADO
Fried Guinea Pig (Ayacucho-style)
1 guinea pig, de-haired,
gutted,
and cleaned
1/2 c. flour
1/4 - 1/2 t. ground cumin
salt and black pepper to taste
1/2 c. oil
Pat dry the skin of the guinea pig and rub in the cumin, salt, and pepper. Preheat oil. Dust the carcass with the flour and place it on its back in the oil, turning to cook both sides. Alternately, the guinea pig can be cut and fried in quarters.
Serve with boiled potato or boiled manioc root, and a salad of cut tomatoes and slivered onions bathed in lime juice and a bit of salt. Have cold beer on hand.
Juan Fajardo
And, Oink, what the fuck are you doing reading “MARXMAIL?”
We’re gonna have to watch you carefully. Some of the comments you’ve made have got me to wondering now.........
Hmmm, I think this is a matter for the SecWar to take care of. He’s also the Minister of Propaganda. Expect a visit soon.
BWAH HA HA!
HOLY SHIT!
What fuckin’ degenerate website have I wandered into? Of course, anyone could see that this was a mere accidental oversight!
But I did find the following words, cut from the home page, inspiring:
Words of struggle contains passages from writings and speeches by great Marxist writers and revolutionary leaders, and other surprising sources.
If you want to look at facts and figures that indict capitalist society, go to Facts about the system. We also include self-incriminating words of the ruling class captured when their guard is down. The source for facts and quotes, in most cases, is the mainstream media itself.
Oink you are what you is.
Trust me pigs eat anything. It goes out one end and they turn around and eat it again.
I bet oink does not “de-hair” his guinea pig and fries his “pig” in pork fat. Why? Because pork fat rules. And A-1 is best on harry-guinea-pig too and the reason why? Because it’s that important. Unless oink you are a Heinz guy.
Pork—the other red meat!
On a related subject, the naive, female editor of the Women’s Department (this was long ago)of my wife’s newspaper ran an article on cooking wild game. She quite innocently had set up the following headline and layout. (First the logo, then the headline)
WOMEN A Furry Meal
How About a High-Five for a Bush Pie?
My senior year in high school one of my spys-yes I had spys-told me that a guidance counselor had quashed a mouse to death that was behind a bookcase. She said -my spy that is-that you could hear it squeaking.
I was so outraged that for the rest of the year I was leaving “effigy” mice(wind-ups, cat toys, etc) on her desk in memory of the little creature she barbarically murdered.
I wish I could say she became repentant but..in the end she was looking forward to see what I’d leave each week.
I see it’s time to bring out the effigy rabbits and Guinea pigs*looks angry/devious*
Btw-I agree with the pet store owner 100%!
It’s a MOUSE fer chrissakes! It’s a rodent. What did you exepct her to do with a creature that spreads disease? Coax it out of hiding and persuade it with gentle chatter to kill itself? Or maybe move? Come on, Barb. Get real.
I could have been that teacher. And I’d have been egging you on, too! I might have taken those effigy mice and created small caskets to put them in or maybe created a small stake to which I’d tie them and had twigs and stuff surrounding it with a burnt out match next to it all.
Oh, the fun I’d have had.
And yes, I burned ants and caterpillars with magnifying glasses.
BWAH HA HA HA!!
(smirks, ducks, runs!)
BWAH HA HA HA HA HA
Vilmar that story is just too funny. You really need to track this story, you know that PETA is going to have a flying bitch fit about it.
BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
I come from four generations of family here in the Great and Grand state of Colorado, and we all, man and women, enjoy hunting and fishing when time allows. I have some younger cousins/nephews that I could see doing something like this.
They know they have this school assignment coming up. They have already committed to cooking this wild game dish for the class. They either started hunting to close to the due date for the assignment and couldn’t find anything or were to lazy to get out and beat the bushes. So the kid goes to the pet store to find his dinner fixens. Tain’t nothin wrong with that is thar?
BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA
That is hilarious!
I can hear the howling at the Sierra Club now.
LC Geno
Ya know, if he bought them to feed a pet snake the store wouldn’t care at all.
His only mistake was wanting to eat animals from a pet store...YUCK (something I learned the hard way).
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