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Saturday, February 3. 2007

Eating game: The selenium factor

I always knew eating game made a person feel good, but I always figured it was the wine. Or the memories. Or both.

Maybe not. Telegraph.

When I see pheasants hanging like this, I remember that the French way is to age them until the body falls from the head. That's when they're ready to clean and cook.

Posted by Bird Dog in Hunting, Fishing, Dogs, Guns, etc. at 22:18 | Comments (5) | Trackbacks (0)

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White wing dove, breasts, bacon, black iron skillet, campfire. Can't beat it this side o paradise. even with a little shot here & there.
#1 Elvin Smudge on 2007-02-04 14:03 (Reply)
dangit, i wuz Elvin on another thread.
#2 buddy larsen on 2007-02-04 14:06 (Reply)
Exactment, mon ami. Zee meats, she must steenk un peu, zen zee vin et les herbes. And zee shallot. Zee guts, zey add lez flavoures, and zee time, zee tendernesse.
#3 Augie Escoffier on 2007-02-04 14:44 (Reply)
Pardon me, Monsieur Escoffier, but I can't help but vouchsafe to you that there may be an outside chance that your people's gustatory predispositions are, in the larger world outside Paree, oft considered to be a trifle on the nauseating side of the topic of the table.
#4 buddy larsen on 2007-02-04 15:05 (Reply)
Monsieur,

But have you try zees? If no, zen no right to opinionette.
#5 Augie E. on 2007-02-04 17:10 (Reply)

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