The other day I got back from work to find a beautiful chicken (I assumed) pie and honey roast veg waiting for me. It was only afterwards, when I saw the carnage in the kitchen, that I was informed that, following a bump on the way home, DH had claimed the life of an unsuspecting PHEASANT! "It was fresh" was his response.
It was also dead tasty, but I'm a bit grossed out by the whole thing, and the kitchen looks like Emu and Orville have been going at it.
Would I have eaten it if I'd known in advance? Probably not. Would you?