Slippery Bandit

This weekend was Schuetzenfest 2013.  There was the annual smell of spent powder, testosterone and barbeque in the air. 

In any event the other day we dragged the turkey fryer out to make a big meal of fried catfish and hushpuppies.  If you are going to deep fry anything it is best to do it outdoors where you won't get greasy oil on anything but the grass.

Sid made a remoulade sauce to go with the frijoles, tortillas, homemade garden salsa and other assorted sides.  The meal was fantastic.  After we cleaned the place-up we put the lid on the fryer and left it outside to cool-off.  The plan was to filter the oil the following day and make a humongous batch of onion rings.

Morning dawned.  Padding out the garage with a steaming cuppa joe I notice the lid off the fryer and oily spatter all over the driveway. 
 

I'm thinking - What the heck.  Were we that messy last night?

The tip-off that it wasn't us came with a close examination of the greasy, oily trail of the slippery bandit.

A raccoon actually climbed into the pot.  Feasted upon the bits and scraps of fried fish and hushpuppies, climbed back out (without tipping the pot over), shook-off on the driveway spraying oil everywhere and sauntered-off leaving oily footprints in his wake.

Needless to say we pitched the oil.  No onion rings.