tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20078507.post114643980378682778..comments2023-11-18T09:51:52.115+10:30Comments on Medlar Comfits: As olde school as Presto Whip and Wonderbraanna tambourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01338581782386113668noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20078507.post-1146667417359245692006-05-04T00:13:00.000+09:302006-05-04T00:13:00.000+09:30I'm not sure why, but this reminded me of a recipe...I'm not sure why, but this reminded me of a recipe I found in a book about the Roma, BURY ME STANDING: THE GYPSIES AND THEIR JOURNEY by Isabel Fonseca. The recipe was given to her by an old Roma woman who explained that you should always chose the chicken who runs the fastest. After wringing its neck, you encase it, feathers and all, in clay, then place it in a slow fire until the clay is solid. You remove the mass from the fire, take a hammer, and crack it open. The feathers, embedded in the clay, are off, and the result is supposed to be delicious.<BR/><BR/>Best,<BR/>AliceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com