Last time I had pheasant, the handyman provided it - and the technique to extract the breasts.
Iâll blur the technique.
Spread the wings on the floor (he did it in the garage) and grasp the legs firmly. Put a foot on each wing and pull the legs. It was completely effective in exposing the breasts, which were easy to cut out (I confess I didnât use the legs, which was a waste).
The cat was very interested in the garage afterwards.
Included pages and pages of formal complaint to M or Mme le Procurateur, and police statements, ID, residence permit, inside leg measurement - standard French dossier!
Funnily enough my other half kept apologising to the pheasant while she was plucking it, as if it made any difference⊠I think the shotgun took care of that a few hours earlier in the day
Thatâs why Iâd much rather eat game than any farmed meat. The beast has a life (admittedly at risk of predation, illness etc) which is abruptly and (we hope) cleanly ended without any warning.
Found my tin of Badger Balm. With winter and having to get hands wet inside and outside Iâve been caught a couple of times not being able to dry them quickly enough. So patches on wrists and hands getting red and split.
Had been looking for my Dermaguard from Lakeland which is an excellent preventative if you know your hands are going to get wet. Meanwhile have luckily come across my tin of Badger Balm. 1 or 2 days of 2 thin applications will heal anything.
For us non 1st language speakers, it is almost automatic to put avons after nous.
But perhaps it is not wrong, perhaps Porridge and his wife have left Chris, and perhaps there is simply a missing comma.