Grandma must have been an unusually epicurean hillbilly; she kept a dovecote on the farm, so there'd always be fresh squab whenever she had a craving for it.

Squab's not just pigeon, BTW: it can also be wild dove. But since the two species are kissing-cousins, you utilize whichever you've got handy. (I wouldn't recommend the city-dwelling versions of either. They do NOT feed upon nice things, also their flesh is probably laced with carbon monoxide and other pollutants.)

The butcher's aisle of our local Wegmans features a good supplier of farm-raised game meat. This last visit it was just duck, pheasant and rabbit available; but sometimes they carry squab. Been meaning to bring home a couple and roast them up sometime.

Slán,

~Fionn

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