As bloggers Susie Lindau and Ellen Hawley reminded me,
There are some things about the UK that Americans are never meant to understand…
- Eating baked beans for breakfast, on purpose, and not in some kind of Bear Grylls survival mode because it’s a choice between eating the beans and eating some random rodent you’ve caught with your shoelace and boiled in your own urine.
- Last names like “Grylls” that have no vowels.
- The Queen.
And then there’s The Glorious Twelfth. A friend explained that this is the day (defined by the Game Act of 1831 because some things are just too important to leave to chance) when the grouse hunting season officially opens. The way this works, he said, is simple. First, you are born very very rich or at least with rich friends who can afford to maintain the all-important grouse meadows of Scotland. Then on August twelfth, you grab your gun, dog, boots, and as much tweed as you can get onto your body, and you happily blast away until you have a big pile of grouse. (They’re pretty tiny, so you really need to get a bunch of them.) There are, he went on, many ways to cook grouse, but he insisted the best was salt-roasted with truffles.
Right.
Now, I’m not a gourmet cook. (In fact, that sentence is completely accurate even without the word “gourmet”…) But I was intrigued. So recently when the dog and I went past the butcher’s shop in hopes of getting some nice juicy bones (her) and something easy to cook for dinner (me), I was amazed to see that he was offering grouse. Three of them in fact, at an oxygen-gasping price. But hey… here I was in Scotland after The Glorious Twelfth and these were actual grouse.
My grouse and I came home and started looking for a salt-roasting recipe. It seemed like a terrific excuse for a Friday Five Challenge search. But, sadly, with the five-minute clock ticking down to zero, I had to admit failure. I did see an intriguing cover for something that proved to technically, not be an actual book. But since this exercise is all about the covers, I thought it fit within the spirit of the Friday Five Challenge. More on that apres grouse.
The first challenge was finding a recipe, please Google. Although actual recipes were hard to pin down, my search did turn up a lot of information about grouse and The Glorious. Apparently there was much competition between restaurants to be the first to serve grouse each year. One famous French chef, Louis Eustache Ude, was in charge of the kitchens at an exclusive London club called Crockford’s. One year, the week before The Glorious Twelfth, he served grouse. But one club member, the fifth Marquis of Queensberry, from Scotland, was so outraged at the flagrant disregard for the legal grouse hunting season that he reported the chef to the police. Ude was duly charged, and had to appear the next morning in Bow Street court, where he was given a small fine and admonished to adhere to the law. Later that day, the Marquis returned to the club, scanned the menu to make sure there was no mention of the illegal bird, and ordered a new dish which had been added in its place—Salami de fruit défendu. It’s not clear whether the Marquis ever realized that the “forbidden fruit” in his salami was grouse.
Having finally found a recipe, the next challenge was getting the ingredients. Apparently, truffles of the non-chocolate persuasion are so expensive you need an armored truck to deliver. Certainly, none were available in my neighborhood. Or in Glasgow. Or Scotland. Luckily, the grocer was willing to produce a little bottle of “truffle-infused” oil. Since the recipe also called for at least six kilos of kosher salt which, although probably cheaper than truffles, proved just as elusive, I went for bags of rock salt (six) and some sacks of table salt as filler.
HOW TO SERVE GROUSE
The process was simple. First you open your little plastic-wrapped grouse, and (eww, yuck) remove feathers and other er…unnecessary bits. Then you pour a ton of salt into your biggest bowl, mix in enough water to make it into a mushy clay, and pack that around the grouse inside a big pot. You bake that at super high temps and have to leave the house because the smell of cooking salt is surprisingly gross. Then you open all your windows, come back in and dump the giant salt brick out. You crack it open with the correct chef’s tool (really big honking hammer) and brush off all the excess salt which the recipe swore would not flavor the birds in the least little bit. Yeah, right. Then you serve it along with a fruit vinaigrette (they recommend you make it with wild blueberries because that’s what is usually in the bird’s crop when it is shot, and no—I really didn’t need to know that bit at all…). Then you sit down to your itty bitty little salty bird, take a bite, and realize the truth. It tastes horrible. So bad that ancient, sweaty, gym socks would taste better. Baked beans for breakfast would taste better. You throw away the birds and order pizza. It’s glorious.
Rosie Amber’s Friday Five challenge is to take ONLY FIVE MINUTES to browse an unfamiliar category and select a book based solely on the cover art.
Book blurb:
A postcard box set of 100 cookbook covers curated by Penguin Art Director John Hamilton. A potted history of book jacket art over the last sixty or so years – classic, witty and inventive – and the perfect gift item for foodies and design fans.
BUY LINKS:
- Book Title: Cookery Postcards from Penguin: 100 Cookbook Covers in One Box
- Author: John Hamilton
- Genre: ??
- Publisher: Penguin Books; Pos edition (March 31, 2015)
- Price: $10.08/£5
- Reviews: 11 for a total of 4.5 out of 5 stars (73% 5 stars)
- Pages: [100 boxed postcards]
My Analysis: I think it’s clear from the above story that the nearest I should be allowed to cookbooks is, in fact, the cover. Who could resist these fabulous covers, especially when you don’t actually have to cook anything? Plus, I think one of them would, in fact, taste better than that grouse…
BUY or PASS: BUY
Here is Rosie’s Friday Five Challenge. It only took five minutes and a couple more to write up, and was a ton of fun. I hope you’ll consider joining in. All Rosie asks is that you link back to her original post here so we can all join in viewing your challenge results.
AUTHORS – You often only have seconds to get a reader to buy your book, is your book cover and book bio up to it?
My Friday Five Challenge is this….. IN ONLY FIVE MINUTES….
- Go to any online book supplier,
- Randomly choose a category,
- Speed through the book covers, choose one which has instantly appealed to your eye,
- Read the book Bio/ Description for this book, and any other details.
- If there are reviews, check out a couple,
- Make an instant decision, would you BUY or PASS?
- I’ll be back next week with another Friday Five Challenge, do feel free to join in.
Elyse said:
There’s nothing like a low sodium recipe to get the blood pumping and the palate yearn for blood pudding.
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barbtaub said:
There’s nothing good about what you said. (I mean… blood pudding? I can’t even…)
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Elyse said:
Me either. Blech!
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Sue Vincent said:
I know too many grouse to eat them….
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Paul said:
What are you grousing about today Barb? Bwahahaha!
Very funny post. Love the part about hitting the block with the hammer – it’s the only recipe I know that requires a hammer. And then, of course, ditching the grouse and ordering pizza. Ha!
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barbtaub said:
I had a mental bet going with myself about who would be the first to say that. You were at the top of my list!
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Cathy said:
I think I’d prefer pizza too! Love the pictures 😀
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barbtaub said:
I’m not kidding. Those little suckers were just wrong.
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Cathy said:
I believe you. I just can’t see the appeal of grouse.
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susielindau said:
Thanks for the linkage and shout out! Yep. I don’t understand eating beans for breakfast. As long as you don’t serve squash….Ha!
My old boyfriend shot a grouse with an arrow and I cooked it up without a recipe. We were up at his parents’ rustic cottage. He built a fire in the wood stove and found it easier to pull the skin off than to pluck it. I remember eating it, but it was dry and a little gamey! This was way before surfing the web.
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barbtaub said:
Apparently, the alternate cooking method involves wrapping your bird in several layers of bacon. Personally, I think they then eat the bacon and call it a day.
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coldhandboyack said:
I was supposed to go chasing American grouse this morning. With my book release going on, I decided to give it a day or two. I cook mine in cream of mushroom soup, and they are delicious.
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barbtaub said:
That sounds so much more civilized.
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coldhandboyack said:
And Campbell’s soup is cheaper than truffles.
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Rosie Amber said:
I love the postcards Barb and your tale of the Grouse was “Glorious!”
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barbtaub said:
Thanks Rosie! It definitely makes a better story than it does a dinner.
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Jessie said:
I’ve grown up eating grouse. But never have I seen them cooked in a brick of salt… fascinating…
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barbtaub said:
Well, it did sound fascinating. It just didn’t taste that way.
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Jessie said:
It’s unfortunate that adventuresome cooking doesn’t always equal fantastic food. 😉
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Mary Smith said:
So funny. I thought if they were vacuum packed someone would have removed the feathers.
I like the cook book cover postcards.
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barbtaub said:
Thanks, Mary. And somebody did remove all the pretty top feathers. That just left the skanky black ones underneath.
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Mary Smith said:
I keep seeing people on Masterchef cooking things in salt bricks but have never tried. Your experience has made even less likely I will. I like salt on my food but…
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Ellen Hawley said:
Back in another life, when I ate meat and was married to a guy who hunted (shocking, both, I know), we did cook grouse he’d shot. This was back in Minnesota, where hunting grouse isn’t the preserve of the absurdly rich. They tasted like pine trees and were full of the shot that had killed them. That I have any teeth left is testimony to how little I ate of them.
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barbtaub said:
Oh, yeah–I forgot about the whole “watch out for little tooth-breaking pellets” aspect of the experience. Although, to be honest, since I only ate one bite (and frankly, didn’t swallow that one), my teeth weren’t in any particular danger.
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Georgia Rose said:
Barb Taub…always going that extra mile 🙂 Love the story and I guess all the really, really rich people who do the killing then get their chefs to rustle up some tasty grousey type of dish for them after. Really like those cards though and they are a buy from me too 🙂
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barbtaub said:
Don’t get me wrong. I’d love to have a chef to rustle up anything at all. (At the moment, there’s just the Hub and his rustling skills are limited to pierce film and nuke for 7 minutes.)
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judithbarrow1 said:
Reblogged this on Barrow Blogs: .
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barbtaub said:
Thanks, Judith!
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The Regular Guy NYC said:
I felt pretty grousy this past week with walking pnuemonia. Don’t laugh, as I could eat baked beans for breakfast. On top of a slice of cold pizza.
I bet secretly the Queen parties hard too.
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barbtaub said:
Sorry to hear about the walking pneumonia. But there’s no way the beans and cold pizza could be improving things. If I was in NY, I’d bring you chicken soup from Zabars.
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shelleywilson72 said:
I’ve never tried Grouse, but I do enjoy my Baked Beans! 😉
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barbtaub said:
Although I may (someday) get used to drinks without ice, I’m fairly confident that baked beans for breakfast will remain one of life’s great mysteries…
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John Evans said:
Then there’s the old Australian recipe for cooking a cockatoo:
1. Heat a pan of water until its boiling
2. Put the cockatoo (dead) in the pan together with an axe head
3. Boil until the axe head is soft
4. Serve
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