Yesterday for dinner I ate the cooked dark breast-meat from a baby pigeon. That statement sounds rather matter of fact, but before I opened my mouth, I had to play some serious mind games with myself in order to get psyched up to eat that stuff. Hubby and I were at the home of his dear old Aunt and Uncle who are for the most part farmers and grow
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although it is cute to see how people here insist that they are "doves".
Still, no matter their name, I would have a difficult time trying to eat them too
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The best thing about it is knowing that I was partaking in the specialties of my new home land and that I'm still learning so much about people as a whole.
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But it's good that you managed to get them down for the sake of family. And to think I had trouble (as a city kid) eating rabbits that were killed and cleaned in the back yard in Wavre!. :)
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