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What we ate: pheasant

When my friend said he ordered a pheasant and some quail eggs off Amazon, I thought he was kidding. When we had to look up some pheasant recipes, I still didn’t think it was a big thing. Oh, but then he brought a smoked pheasant and 2 dozen quail eggs to my house so… I guess he was serious.

This is the story of the pheasant.

We found this pheasant recipe on the Food Network’s website. I think you should be able to guess by now that we tweaked the recipe.

Ingredients:

1 small pheasant (we used a smoked one)

2 tablespoons olive oil
1 onion, diced
4 sage leaves
2 bay leaves3 cloves garlic, chopped
2 rosemary branches
1 14-oz can peeled tomatoes and their juices
1 can chicken broth
8 slices pancetta
1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley

Prep&Cook

Quarter the bird (or tear it up. Which ever is easier) and put it in a skillet with the oil.

Sear it on all sides (or just cook it for a while, turning occasionally, because you aren’t sure what sear means.) Remove from skillet and set aside.

Add onions, sage, bay leaves, rosemary, garlic, and parsley and mix it around until the onions start to brown.

Add the broth and tomatoes, bring to a boil.

Wrap your pheasant pieces in the pancetta and set them back in the pan.

Simmer, uncovered, for 30 minutes.

We cooked off all the liquids and ran out of chicken broth. So I popped open a can of chicken soup and used the broth from that. Sometimes, you have to get creative.

Remove bird pieces to a platter, and if there’s any liquid left in the pan it can be used for a sauce. We didn’t have a sauce.

(Featured here with scrambled quail eggs!)

Eat!

I would suggest NOT using a smoked pheasant. Or, if you have a smoked pheasant, find a recipe to accommodate it.

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Hurricane Casualties

People are so worried about people that they don’t even think about cute baby animals (or small animals that look like babies and will therefore be referred to by me as baby animals).

Like this bird:

Found him in my driveway, just hanging out crunched in a little bird ball. I said, “Bird, what are you doing out here? Go hide in those trees where it’s safe!”

Bird ignored me.

So I said, “Bird, listen. There’s a storm happening. Go over by those trees! The brush will protect you!” Nothing. Just staring across the driveway.

I didn’t want to touch him in case other birds refused to be his friend after, so I tried to scare him into the woods. Bird would ONLY try to relocate during wind gusts, and being a small (baby?) bird he kept flopping over. Idiot. But we made it onto the rocks and off of where cars park.

Then Bird started talking to some other smarter bird that was hiding in the woods. I couldn’t understand him, but I’m sure it roughly translated to, “Who the heck is this crazy person? I’m tired and (possibly) injured and she’s yelling at me!”

Let that record reflect that I will yell at anything that is acting foolish. As Bird was.

Finally I coaxed him over to a tree.

I think Irene has claimed two human lives so far, but how many birds and other animals (except squirrels, they don’t count) has she taken? That’s real tragedy.


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