
I hate that varmit. Seriously. I Just learned (click here for story) that Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, which according to legend frightened him and sent him scurrying back into his hole. Somehow this inexplicable chain of events is responsible for six more weeks of winter.
I’m sick of winter, and say we should do something about this meteorological hegemony and bring the tyrant down? We need to go all Bill Murray all over that beast. Who is with me?
The logical question comes next. What do we do with the groundhog. Well, I say we eat him! I have some suggestions.

Groundhogs are not very big, so we could make a mulligan stew out of him. Think of how good a nice groundhog stew would taste–carrots, potatoes, onions, a little Worcestershire sauce for flavor, maybe some Tabasco sauce, a little garlic–all simmered together to enjoy when it gets bitter cold outside. Nothing is as tasty as stew when it is cold, and nothing tastes as good as sweet ironic revenge.
If the groundhog is wrong, which, by the way, he often is, then the weather might actually get warmer. That doesn’t mean we give him a reprieve. His reign of terror must end. But if warm weather comes early, I say we roast him on a spit out by the lake, while wearing flip flops, sunglasses, funny beach hats, and sunscreen.
If none of that is to your liking, then let’s keep it simple. Deep fried groundhog might become a national delicacy if we can get the right marketing plan. Just looking at how fat Punxsutawney Phil is, I would say it is slightly meatier than a chicken, but we could probably butcher him the same way–except we’d have four legs instead of two. Then we’d soak him in buttermilk all night, batter him up, then get the grease hot. How hard could it be? We’d serve him with gravy and biscuits.
I’ve got other ideas. Maybe groundhog ice cream for dessert? Groundhog pie perhaps, like a spicey mincemeat. Groundhog tacos might taste a little like goat, maybe?
Whatever we do, the groundhog needs to die and winter must end.
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