Originally Posted by irfubar
Dice up the gizzard and liver, stir them in the gravy and live a little.... the neck goes to the dog... win/win

you seem to have forgotten the heart.

And the neck got picked today and the larger pieces went in the soup pot. The smaller ones to the pile of skin, picked cartilage, and scraps that will get run through the Osterizer and turned into dog biscuits tomorrow.

The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?