When I looked out my back window this morning, I saw a pair, a couple, a brace, of pigeons sitting on the fence. Innocently looking around, taking in a coolish but sunny morning, thinking about plans for the day. Or perhaps, as I am wont to surmise, thinking about nothing because their brains are too small. But they certainly are plump.
Perhaps, if one were inclined to shoot and eat them, perfect for a pigeon pie.
Which introduces British chef Simon Goodman.
Well, I'm sorry. Not to my taste. But it's up to you. At least you now know how to do it.
I think they're married. Notice how they aren't looking at each other?
ReplyDeleteI'll pass on the pie :)
Dawn - LOL!
ReplyDeleteSeriously you should try pigeon - it really is tasty! - and that recipe looks great
ReplyDeleteNo thanks Jane. But my friend, Orion (the hunter) e-mailed that my birds aren't pigeons . . they're mourning doves. He may be right.
ReplyDeletei have had morning doves nesting above my bedroom...and trust me, i would have easily strangled them and eaten them...noisy little bastards...saw several today but they were harmlessly poking around the yard
ReplyDeleteGodsey - I know whereof you speak. We had to stuff an alcove with garbage bags to keep them from roosting there.
ReplyDeleteI have several of these mourning doves in my yard along with some turtle doves. I don't mind them and kind of like the cooing. I don't get any real pigeons, which is fine with me. I would have to be pretty hungry before I would eat one.
ReplyDeleteA little cooing goes a long way.
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