This morning My went to her own apartment to do some laundry and iron my shirts. I prefer her to do that out of my sight because I can’t stand watching people work while I am lazy.
I asked her to pass by her market and see if she can get me some pigeons – after all the crabs and squid recently. As she went there at 7 am she was lucky. Not only did they have pigeons – but pigeonneaus (damn, do I use the French “x” here or the English “s” for the plural?) - anyway young pigeons, of the tender kind
She bought me three for the incredible price of 50,000 Dong (3.75 Leva) for all of them! In France, nearly the only country where I can buy them in the shop they would be about 10€ a piece!
As we do not have an oven in my apartment I was planning to do them in a pot or in a frying pan. Alas, My is a professional chef, so, to please me, she roasted them already at her home and brought them back ready to eat.
That was awfully sweet of her, so I could not possibly complain that I want pigeons not more done than medium rare In the end they were, of course, still tasty this way, just roasted with a little salt and pepper. But they would have been even better rosé
I made some sautéed potatoes to go with them – and that was it.
As nobody was watching (My went out for some errands) I felt the atavistic urge to eat the pigeons with my fingers (and the potatoes also). I even chewed up and ate most of the crunchy bones, like the wings, the necks and so. A feast! Simple, primitive – “finger-licking” delicious!
Of course, I don’t refuse the delights of dishes like “Pigeonneau farci au foie gras et truffe noire” but nowadays I prefer someone else to do all the work – and when I cook to do it hardcore…