On our last shopping trip, at 0800 on Sunday (!), I found a package of two frozen Rock Cornish game hens at a screaming deal price. Now, back in the Paleolithic Era, when I was young and learning to cook, a game hen was about the size of a man's fist -- and not a large man, at that. These things are at least twice that size, about the weight of an old-fashioned fryer chicken (i.e., about a pound and a half each).

Himself has visions of Rock Cornish game hens for Sunday dinner dancing in his head. I'm thinking of cooking them as if they were pheasants, a la Normande, with a sauce of cider and creme fraiche. (New computer doesn't speak French. Zut alors.)

What do y'all think?