This led us to being very hesitant to ask what squab was. Hmmmm. Squab. We racked our brains and the best we could come up with was some sort of bird. A duck? A crow? Platypus? Wrong. SO wrong. The next day I Google searched squab and here is what we learned:
Squab:
A young (about 4 weeks old) domesticated pigeon that has never flown and is therefore extremely tender. (link)
Holy crap we ate a baby pigeon. Not ONLY a baby pigeon but one that never had a chance to feel the breeze under it's wings. You can imagine how bad my wife, a vegetarian until recently, felt! Baby pigeon. Dead. In our bellies.
2 comments:
Oh no!!! Poor Brooke! Poor pigeons!
Hey guys - I just found your blog, and it's awesome! Way to update your life on the web and be funny about it! It was good to hear some stories.....maybe I can hear some more soon? Like in person? Call us if you're around..
Love,
karina
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