Darn you, Kelly, you had to go and say it. Because I read every post, I become attracted to stuff through repetition and when folks I admire weigh in, I get sucked further into certain endeavors.
I had started ruminating upon non-personalized quail as food; nearly fifty years ago, my grandmother served quail and partridge my uncle and cousin hunted. I liked the flavor and actually remember plucking some when I was ten years old. Wow. My cousin showing me the shot in the meat as he cleaned them. Interesting.
And I loved the flavor at that odd age of "Ewww, that's icky!" responses to this or that food.
Hmmmm. Hmmm. Yeah, I think I want quail too. As another BYCer of note would say, "Craptastic."
