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Sunday, May. 13, 2007, 10:19 p.m., Recipe: Roast quail, unstuffed
Adapted from The Diary Book of British Food (1988)
2 quail (thaw completely if frozen)
It took longer than expected to cook, considering it is such a small bird with not much flesh. The wings and drum were very enjoyable with crunchy bones, almost like fried prawn tails. The skin was crisp and not fatty. The flesh was possibly a bit over-cooked as it was a bit dry for my taste. So I will need better timing next time - such as covering the birds when the skin is tanned (but not the roast-colour) and then browning it for the last 5 min. It is my first quail, I think. The first I can recall offhand. I like it. It is gamey - not as pungent as duck, and more independent than chicken - a light infusion. It was bought for $10.50 for two; and served with rice, on a bed of pan-fried leek. I would suggest another side-dish to go with it; a salad perhaps.
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