One of our generous neighbours offered us a pheasant, and having never cooked a pheasant before I jumped at the chance.
Although he was a beautiful thing, carrying him back home felt a little odd. His soft feathers and firm weightiness made it feel like I was carrying a pet, rather than something for dinner. But I snapped myself out of it and after a quick photo shoot (me tramping about in deep snow in the garden and him hanging around on the log store door) I set about plucking and filleting him.
At this point I decided I should stop calling it ‘him’.
Now I’m not confident about cooking game, so although it was delicious I am not going to tell you how to cook pheasant. Go and read a recipe from someone much more accomplished, like Hugh FW.
What I DO know is how to cook potatoes.
That’s what I’m talking about.
Boulangère potatoes, I think, are even better than dauphinoise *gasps from the crowd*
I love my carbs, but I don’t like them to be too rich or laden with cream. I prefer them to be a foil to the main event so this is my current favourite. I don’t use floury maris pipers like the books tell you to either, I use the waxy charlotte type. They keep their integrity whilst cooking; you can’t beat a potato with integrity. (Well you can but it will go all gluey)
I layer thin slices of peeled potato intermingled with a few slivers of butter, sliced spring onions and salt and pepper. I pour on stock until it’s just visible peaking round the edge, then I top them with more butter slivers and a drizzle of garlic olive oil.
They go into a hot oven, covered in foil, for an hour, then uncovered for another hour.
Yes…it’s a long time, but time makes things delicious.
Thyme also makes things delicious, so I sometimes add that too.
The very tasty stock was from a boiled bacon joint that we had eaten the day before ‘Irish stylie’ with cabbage, potatoes and carrots. I’ll tell you about that another day.
Thanks to the generosity of those around us we made a good Winter’s meal of pan fried pheasant and creamy pepper sauce from the deglazed juices… all served with a side order of those lovely, lovely potatoes.
kitchenvoyage
February 17, 2012
I love english game, I use to have in some restaurant around Brighton, but I need to start to cook some at home. Thanks for the recipe
thingswemake.co.uk
February 19, 2012
I need to get more practise in with game, but potatoes I can do!
slowlybyslowlykaragoz
February 17, 2012
This is SUCH a well-written, evocative and lovely post. Thank you! Your photos are also AMAZING.
thingswemake.co.uk
February 19, 2012
A lovely comment…thank you!
louise
February 17, 2012
mmmm fabulous!!! i love any sort of potato and those look amazing Claire!!
thingswemake.co.uk
February 19, 2012
I know you love your dauphinoise though!
2girls10potatoes
February 18, 2012
I love the photos of the pheasant! The potatoes sound yummy, as well 🙂
thingswemake.co.uk
February 19, 2012
Thank you 2 girls 🙂
Michelle
February 18, 2012
Never has a pheasant looked more lovely. Glad to hear it was delicious.
thingswemake.co.uk
February 19, 2012
Thank you Michelle.
janilizi
February 18, 2012
I cooked pheasant for supper last night in cider with apples, onions and some rosemary, caseroled for about 1 1/2 hrs, delicious.
thingswemake.co.uk
February 19, 2012
Sounds perfect!
James Brewer
February 18, 2012
I really like pot roasted pheasant. So versitle and you can put lots of different flavours with it. I keep seeing a lot about Boulangère potatoes at the moment, but never tried them. Next week, I am having them!
thingswemake.co.uk
February 19, 2012
If I could have brought myself to pluck and gut him I would have pot roasted. Maybe next time. Let me know if you try the ‘tatoes, James.
Sally
February 19, 2012
We get pheasant in Dubai at Christmas – so usually make a casserole per year. Very impressed that you tackled the whole bird, feathers and all. Stunning pics of the bird in the garden. I love gratin and dauphinoise pototoes but KP hates the creaminess so this is the answer.
thingswemake.co.uk
February 19, 2012
Let me know if you try it Sally. I was a bit squeamish about the plucking…especially when the air puffed out of his little lungs each tug!