My father-in-law said that war would end if we followed a simple rule: what you kill, you have to eat. Thus this recipe. The squirrels were climbing up the walnut tree onto the roof, into the attic, and then chewing the wood of the house and tossing the insulation to the breeze. I decided to put a stop to it by trapping the squirrels (and eating them, of course). This is the dish I took to an Elvis party .