Hi nut case picking your brain yet again ,Have always wanted to ask this question Silly one I know
but when pheasant's are hung why do you not get food poisoning? I mean chicken would go rancid
if left for a few days being a non meat eater I always wondered about this.

Pat xx

I think it's to do with there being a layer of fat between the outside and the meat:

http://www.florilegium.org/files/FOOD-MEATS/meat-aging-msg.rtf

http://www.foodsafety.org/game.htm

I did in the course of searching find a very good site about how to prevent food poisoning

http://www.gov.on.ca/health/english/pub/foodsafe/foodhandl.html

9th thank u for that, another little thing cleared up for me,My colleague whom I work with said
she had all way's wondered why you could eat the meat so long after death and with the skin gone green ..

Pat xx

"Im not a pheasent plucker
Im a pheasent pluckers son"!

Say that three times fast!

LOL

(SORRY)!!!!

Then sing ...

Me husband is a keeper, he's a very busy man,
I try to understand him and I help him all I can,
But sometimes of an evening I feel a trifle dim,
All alone and plucking pheasants when I'd rather pluck with him.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's mate
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Cause the pheasant plucker's late.

I'm not good at plucking pheasants, pheasant plucking I get stuck,
Though some peasants find it pleasant I'd much rather pluck a duck,
Oh, but plucking geese is gorgeous, I can pluck a goose with ease
But plucking pheasants is sheer torture, for they haven't any grease.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
He has gone out on the tiles,
He only plucked one pheasant
And I'm sitting here with piles.

You have to pluck them fresh, if they're fresh it's not unpleasant,
I knew a man in Dunstable, could pluck a frozen pheasant.
They say the village constable has pheasant plucking sessions
With the vicar of a Sunday 'tween the first and second lessons.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant pluckers come.

My good friend Godfrey's most adept, he's really got the knack,
He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he hits the sack.
I try and lend a helping hand, I gather up the feathers,
It's really all this pheasant plucking keeps us here together.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's friend,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
As a means unto an end.

Me husband's in the woods all day, a-banging with his gun,
If he could hear me heartfelt cries, then surely he would run,
For I've fluff in all me crannies and there's feathers up me nose,
And I'm itchin' in the kitchen' from me head down to me toes.

I'm not the pheasant plucker,
I'm the pheasant plucker's wife,
And when we pluck together
It's a pheasant plucking life!

:D

:D :D :D Sharon did you know that all off by heart?

Isabel, sad person that I am, I've a warped sense of humour and a collection of monologues (most not fit for a nice clean board like this one ) :D

The best one I've heard is;
I sailed across the sea in a rough cut punt! :D

I'd forgotten that one Bec

wonderful Sharon - I've never seen the whole thing before :D :D :D :D :D :P

Thats brilliant!

The post reminded me, but I couldn't remember the song!

Thanks for the good giggle Sharon

HeHeHe !!!!!

Jessie

Hi sharon, thanks for that!! I only ever new the first verse, but try this...
Old Mrs Hunt, had a square cut punt...not a punt cut square, but a square cut punt. Practice this thoroughly until Tuesday please, and then you can recite it to me lol lol

LOL Phil! Do I get to recite it before we hit the bottle(s) ?

Sharon, before, during and after;)

Watch out or I'll sing 'Why Paddy's not at work today' as an encore :D.

My veggie sister once walked into a whole rack of dead pheasants that were hanging up outside the butchers. :D :D :D :D :D

It was so funny, I nearly wet myself laughing :D :D :D :D :D

Fiona
x x x

Fiona you have made me remember my brother he hated birds my dad had six chickens that he killed for xmas dinner, the day he killed them he hung them up on the the wall just near the kitchen, my brother came home late at night and walked straight into them he threw the lot out the window screaming and we had no meat for xmas dinner and my mum said that's what you get for killing the pets. I just remember seeing my brother with his glasse's to one side red in the face
and the window wild open .

Pat xx

'Polish it behind the door' said quickly is pretty apt for those with puppies!
Ted