Hideousness
The Guinea Fowl.It was lovely - definitely a gamier, more complex taste than chicken. I could get to really enjoy it. The Silver Spoon has a number of recipes that I am now keen to try out (Except maybe the guinea fowl with pineapple - ewww)
Hideousness occurred when we opened the bag and discovered the GF was still sporting it's head and feet. Even the butcher was a little freaked. Or rather, the butcher's wife was a little freaked. The whole GF incident had become a little farce-like actually. Thirlmere Poultry forgot to 'process' my GF on the day I needed it, and so it had a 3 day repreive before finally being 'processed'. Lovely euphemism don't you think.
I can cope with cooking Dead Things, as long as they are no longer recognisable as Formerly Alive Things - heads and feet don't help with this. MrB had to wield the cleaver, in order to make it copable for me. MrB was quite happy to do this as it gave him an opportunity to provoke numerous squeals and screams from assorted females.
Anyway, once depacitated and de-ped-ated, I could get on with it: Guinea Fowl with sage. So, so yum.
Note to self: don't bother trying fancy scmancy new types of poultry when you have 4 grumpy girls, and one grumpy husband. They won't appreciate it.
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posted by actonb at 9:22 am
8 Comments:
ewwwwwwwwwwwwww
I like how the neck is all bruised - like a strangulation victim from Law & order ...
i agree with shroom. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
hmm. Was pretty ewww.
But I had to share the ewwness.
Am so NOT going to read Peter Singers 'Ethics of what you eat'
I remember strolling through some markets in Shanghai last year looking at all the birds available for eating.
I saw this 5-foot-teeth-and-glasses Chickety Chinese savage walk up to a stall and point at a duck which was still alive in a cage at this stage.
The duck-vendor then grabbed the poor bird by the throat, cut it's fucking head off with a Stanley knife, plunged the carcass into a drum of boiling water for 2 minutes, then threw it into some sort of automated feather-plucker, which made noises like a garbage disposal before ejecting the bag of skin and bones out the other end...
see, now everyone's sharing the ewwness.
Ah, the wonders of a "wet market". You have not done Asia till you have been to one. Forget Temple Street and Stanley, these are the working core - amazing to see the big ones in the middle of Central in Honkers.
Lady Mountjoy used to baulk at the fact there was no refrigeration, except the fish that had a cursory bed of ice, but as i pointed out, if it were not okay, half the population would be down with the irrits.
Of course the wires bags of plate-sized frogs ready for the chop would make anyone heave...
I am a tad grossed out by the pic with beak but the finished version looks yum.
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