I took two dozen dove breast pieces deep fried after battering in Kentucky Colonel Seasoning to the United Daughters of the Confederacy Lee-Jackson-Maury dinner back in January (yes, we still celebrate our politically incorrect heritage down here). I put a note on them that these were a Southern delicacy that many Yankees could not get (songbird laws, you know who you are).
The guesses were chicken gizzards, chicken livers, robins. Only one lady who lets me hunt knew what they were. But everyone loved them.
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