My grandmother raised up 10 kids, 5 boys, and 5 girls through the end of the depression and wars. They hunted for food literally to keep everyone fed. There wasn't such a thing as yuk to her, if it walked, crawled, flew, or swam, it would make a meal, and she would cook it.
I learned one time in my youth, to NEVER walk up to the stove and look into the pot when she was cooking, nor to ask, "hey whats in this". Just belly up, smile, and eat it while it was hot. Ya know the Cajun folk down this way catch a LOT of flak for cooking up whatever, but trust me when I say, most I know ain't got nothing on what my Mammaw used to fix up.