I love pigeon, especially feral pigeon, which is an introduced pest. Sometimes I’ll get asked to shoot some pigeons on a farm when their numbers get out of hand, or maybe I’ll accidentally run one over on the road. Either way, meat is meat – I’ll either shoot it, run over it or rip its head off. That sounds a bit harsh, but you can’t cook a live pigeon. They just don’t cooperate.
The idea of a pie for pigeon was a pure alliteration. It just sounded good, so I figured it must be right. The first time I made this pie was when I was asked to catch four feral pigeons in a chicken house. I’d arrived to pick up an unwanted rooster and noticed the four birds happily living in the pen with the chickens, getting plump from eating all the chicken feed. The property manager was glad to rid the pen of the pigeons. The only problem was that I didn’t really arrive knowing I’d have to catch pigeons in a pen. All I had was my cap and some ninja swiftness. After a bit of agile hilarity, I caught all four birds and took them home.
The drive back was full of wild thoughts about how to cook them. I was going to skewer them on a stick and roast them over an open fire but in the end I decided to make a more civilised meal. I also caused a bit of a storm by involving my daughters in the killing process. I wrote a story about the day on my blog and boy, did it cause a stink! Which is good, because it got people talking about the meat paradox. Should we be more in touch with how our meat is produced? Should we be aware and experience the killing of a sentient being in order to have the right to eat it? These are serious questions that need to be considered by many of us.
What I learned from the experience is first, that many people are confronted by the reality that an animal must be killed to ‘transform’ it into a meat product, and secondly, that teaching young kids this reality is apparently a no-no. Well, obviously I disagree on the latter point. It’s only a Western cultural approach to hide certain realities from ourselves. In other cultures it’s very much understood. In Morocco, for example, you go to a food market, pick your live chicken and then it’s killed and processed before your very eyes. Imagine that at a supermarket! My kids have a total understanding of where meat comes from; they’re not scared or grossed out. They understand the reality of meat and I hope, as they grow into adults, these experiences will help them make informed decisions as consumers.
The best thing I learned about this process is that pigeon pie is delicious. I now jump at the opportunity to get my hands on these tasty little birds.