Sonntag, 28. November 2010

The plight of the pluck

Now, some people say you have got to let a pheasant hang until it falls off its own neck. Hm.
I thought three days would do, and so with the help (and strong stomach) of one of my housemates, we set to plucking. I am very sensitive to smell and had put vapour rub underneath my nose as a precaution...precaution turned out to be wise, the birds had accrued a very distinct...let's call it aroma, shall we? But on we went...tentatively...you see, to even touch something that seems very small and broken takes some courage, you wouldn't believe it...the feathers came out rather easily. Which may have been related to the skin coming off at the same time. I guess the fact that there was a dead fly in the sink after I had poured boiling water over the carcass should have been a clue. ^^ Anyway, to spare those of a feeble constitution, I will just say this: I doubt meat is supposed to be that colour and the roast veg and stuffing pancakes were lovely on their own as well. Oh, and I have hardly eaten meat since then. I heartily recommend to anyone who likes meat to try and prepare their own from scratch. With claws, innards and so on. It is a very intriguing experience that I am glad to have made, though I was very sad at the waste of these two beautiful birds.
On a wholly different note: It has turned VERY cold, there is ice outside on every roof and as I was sitting model for portraits at the school of art on Friday it even snowed for an hour or two! Here's to hoping there won't be snow chaos when I'm travelling home at the end of December...
So long!