Gettin my apocylapse prep on! made pigeon last night

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Hey Todd, my wife says that the German Lutherans of Pennsylvania refer to them as casseroles and only the Scandinavian Lutherans call them "hot dish"... ;)
She is in total agreement about the coffee though. :)
 
I always though casseroles were the pan you cooked hot dish in, I guess that's what happens when your a Swedish/german Lutheran from Minnesota. lol
 
Putting on airs...puleeeze..Those are fightin' words, ApacheCoTodd, lol!
People often fail to realize the seriousness of this "casserole vs hot dish" debate. There's a war brewing in the upper midwest...the hot dish/ casserole war.

I'd love to have some corn-fed pigeon casserole. If I was feeling adventurous I'd throw on some ketchup, but not too much because ketchup is too spicy.

I'd never eat pigeon hot dish. Just sounds terrible...
 
Putting on airs...puleeeze..Those are fightin' words, ApacheCoTodd, lol!
People often fail to realize the seriousness of this "casserole vs hot dish" debate. There's a war brewing in the upper midwest...the hot dish/ casserole war.

I'd love to have some corn-fed pigeon casserole. If I was feeling adventurous I'd throw on some ketchup, but not too much because ketchup is too spicy.

I'd never eat pigeon hot dish. Just sounds terrible...
OK, I'll concede on one point... maybe two:

It's probably OK to call it a casserole if it has Vienna Sausage bits in it -

And

Pigeon hot dish TONYK? Yuk, you're right.
I don't care where you're from or how much pickled fish you've scarfed down while crouched over a hole on the ice, simultaneously swilling Hamm's - that's just a nasty name.

Pigeon in Pyrex? I name thee casserole or maybe pie... Don't tell Gramma though.:cuss:

Todd.
 
well.... apparently mnemonic perturbations are enough to potentially start the apocalypse lol.

We'll just call it crock pot squab and leave the rest to the connoisseur's imagination.
 
In the 1950's I climbed around in grandads barn to catch young pidgeons(squabs).I sold them to the egg dealer who bought our chicken eggs.I never ate them though.
 
My grandmother raised up 10 kids, 5 boys, and 5 girls through the end of the depression and wars. They hunted for food literally to keep everyone fed. There wasn't such a thing as yuk to her, if it walked, crawled, flew, or swam, it would make a meal, and she would cook it.

I learned one time in my youth, to NEVER walk up to the stove and look into the pot when she was cooking, nor to ask, "hey whats in this". Just belly up, smile, and eat it while it was hot. Ya know the Cajun folk down this way catch a LOT of flak for cooking up whatever, but trust me when I say, most I know ain't got nothing on what my Mammaw used to fix up.
 
My grandmother raised up 10 kids, 5 boys, and 5 girls through the end of the depression and wars. They hunted for food literally to keep everyone fed. There wasn't such a thing as yuk to her, if it walked, crawled, flew, or swam, it would make a meal, and she would cook it.

I learned one time in my youth, to NEVER walk up to the stove and look into the pot when she was cooking, nor to ask, "hey whats in this". Just belly up, smile, and eat it while it was hot. Ya know the Cajun folk down this way catch a LOT of flak for cooking up whatever, but trust me when I say, most I know ain't got nothing on what my Mammaw used to fix up.

LOL, during planting and harvest I generally take meals out to the field for the employees. One time I let my Pinay side show and made them afritada, which is chicken and veggies in a sauce that Americans aren't quite used to. One employee made some comments that I won't comment on save that I felt them to be quite rude. The next evening I took out molasses cured venison ham and dressing kept warm in a dutch oven. The employee in question got a carry out bag of cold McDonalds hamburger and french fries.

The moral is (of course) you don't complain about the menu of the woman bringing you hot food in the middle of a cool November.
 
Takes me 4 shells sometimes on average to hit those buggers...dang straight I am gunna eat em..
 
My brother and I were invited to rid a farm of the flying rats, that's what the farmer called them. We killed several and prepared them like any other wild game. My brother's wife cooked them; she's cooked everything from mountain lion to quail and it all tastes great. But, not this time. The pigeons were as tough as shoe leather and completely inedible. The cats liked them. I will try them again, but will cook them myself and will make sure they are tender.
 
My brother and I were invited to rid a farm of the flying rats, that's what the farmer called them. We killed several and prepared them like any other wild game. My brother's wife cooked them; she's cooked everything from mountain lion to quail and it all tastes great. But, not this time. The pigeons were as tough as shoe leather and completely inedible. The cats liked them. I will try them again, but will cook them myself and will make sure they are tender.
If it comes up again - though it's a commitment of time and space - consider "hanging" them before prep. HUGE difference.

Then you can call them Cornish Game "Rafter" Hen.:D

Really is worth it though.

Todd.
 
As a kid growing up in Farm Country, pigeons were daily quarry for many of us, either from barns, silos or from under large bridges. Eating them instead of wasting them was a no-brainer. Prepared correctly, they are better tasting than some other game animals.
 
We plucked the birds(adult and squab) and mom oven roasted them like duck or chicken.
 
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