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Barry
April 14th, 2005, 04:36 PM
Roasted Squab

1. Live close to at least one abandoned shack or some such that's been taken over by pigeons. If there's pigeons in your area, look around: They do have a home somewhere.

2. From Spring through Fall, regularly rob the nests of fully-feathered fledglings (the very young ones are nearly impossible to pluck completely).

Pigeon poop can cause some obscure horrible pulmonary disease, so protect yourself from it. I use a gas mask, but a wet bandanna over your mouth and nose would suffice to keep powdered pigeon poop out of your lungs. However you choose to kill them, make it quick and humane.

3. Here's the only hard part: Dry pluck the feathers and singe off the downy stuff you can't get off.

If you're going to freeze them until you accumulate enough for a meal, don't singe them. Go on to step #4 except for flattening them and then freeze them. Singe them after you've thawed them out and dried them (got that tip from a cookbook - singing apparantly makes the fat more likely to go rancid if you're not going to eat the bird right away).

4. Evicerate the bird, cut off its neck and its legs below the knee. Split the bird down the middle at its backbone (a knife will work, but tin snips or game shears work best). Spread the bird out, put something flat on top of it (I use the side of a meat cleaver), and give it a good solid whack with the bottom of your fist to flatten it out some.

5. Spread the birds breast-down on a roasting pan and put them in a pre-heated 400-degree oven for 10 minutes or so.

6. Turn them over, brush lightly with butter, sprinkle with a bit of paprika, and roast them breast-up for another 10 minutes or so.

Step 2 is disgusting, and step 3 is tedious. But the following steps are really quick and easy and the results will tell you why squab is considered a delicacy. Anyway, if you're going to keep the local pigeon population within reasonable limits, you might as well eat well doing it.

One of life's mysteries to me is why adult pigeons are dreadful to eat unless you have a fondness for shoe leather. I used to hunt Mourning Doves when I was a kid, which look an awful lot like a pigeon except for coloration, and roasted doves are delicious. I don't know why adult pigeons are lousy to eat. If anyone has a recipe for adult pigeons that works, I'd like to have it.

tobagotwo
April 14th, 2005, 10:34 PM
Sorry...couldn't help it. Can't remember what it's from:

I loves the little birdies,
I hear them tweet, tweet, tweet,
I bites they little heads off,
Because they is so sweet...

hensylee
April 15th, 2005, 08:48 AM
that's way gross and way graphic.

Barry
April 15th, 2005, 11:07 AM
that's way gross and way graphic.

Is it more acceptable now? I edited it.

hensylee
April 15th, 2005, 11:29 AM
a little story, Barry. My mother born/raised in Key West. Never came face to face with a chicken or any of those other country things. My dad married her, took her to a Georgia farm where she had to learn all the country stuff, like killing chickens, hogs, outdoor wash pots and washboards, cold winters, smoke houses. In the country they wrung the chickens' necks. First one she tried, she said she wrung and wrung and wrung. Threw the chicken down; it got up and ran away. I have watched her gut the chicken, pluck it, singe it; same as your birds. Growing up, I saw her accomplish the task of serving wonderfully tasty fried chicken that was known and hankered after for counties round, knowing all the while exactly how it got there. And the thought of what she had to do is still gross and mentally graphic. No offense taken by me.

Barry
April 15th, 2005, 03:34 PM
...And the thought of what she had to do is still gross and mentally graphic. No offense taken by me.

Glad you didn't take offense, but I still appreciated the feedback. May not have offended you, but it could have offended someone else.

As did your mom, I haven't found wringing a fowl's neck to necessarily be a quick and humane way to dispatch it - so I behead the the squabs.

During the 70's I went through a hippie back-to-the-land period and raised livestock. Poultry didn't work out so well. The ducks and geese were too cute and friendly to kill. The chickens I found were fundamentally awful animals, so I didn't feel guilty about dispatching them, but I did find that dressing out a chicken is not only disgusting but also a lot of work. I got rid of the chickens.

With the exception of the squab, I generally only eat meat from animals that died peacefully of natural causes, surrounded by their loved ones. (joke, joke)