i remember my mother describing the method of eating this bird to me when i was around 10 or 11. it stuck with me pretty vividly, though i realized a few years ago i had confused the method of preparation and consumption with fois gras. fortunately, i have some soft part of my heart that bleeds for the little critters of nature, and i wouldn't de-eye, force-feed until organ eruption, drown, or consume whole shrouded in a towel any of the little guys unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY for my continued survival.
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