Let it hang

The game season is upon us, and game is rather shaming. We have so much of it in Britain but we don’t cook it very adventurously. This is particularly true of game birds like partridge, quail and wild duck — wonderful birds which deserve better than over-roasting and gooey fruit sauces.

Most of the game I buy in London is farm-raised and tastes tame. Like salmon, a mallard or partridge needs the great outdoors. But I suspect most cooks are, like me, bad at Nature, and shrink from the great outdoors. (Nature seems best when observed from a terrace, glass of wine in hand.) To treat game well requires at least knowing what happened to the birds in the field. If gunshot has badly ripped the bird’s flesh or, worse, ruptured its intestines, the creature should be plumed and cleaned immediately; otherwise this bird will prove unfit to eat. Well-shot birds certainly improve in flavour if they are left to hang; leaving on the feathers and leaving in the guts actually permits a bird to age without becoming poisonous.