You're not in Hackney now

Our landlord had told us this might happen. Apparently the local shoot sometimes has a surplus and Roger, the shoot manager, drives round and gives away pheasants to the locals. Well tonight I met Roger when he dropped round and gave me these.



I haven't a clue what to do with them but I'm game, or rather they are, and so I put in a call to my local pheasant helpline, also known as cousin Jack, repository of much invaluable country knowledge and one of the best cooks in a family full of good ones. He was full of useful but scary advice so I'm hoping he will come over and show me what to do. Watch this space.