Cornish Game Hens (Taking Measure)

“What’s that?” Desiree asked as we pushed our shopping cart alongside a pair of frozen food coffin cases.  She stopped walking and pointed.

I laughed.  “You haven’t noticed those before?

“No.”

“Those are Cornish game hens,” I informed her.

“They are small,” she responded in a surprised-sounding tone.  “I want to try one of those.”

“I like them,” I told her.  “To me, they taste like a Hungarian partridge, one of our game birds.”

We purchased three of the frozen birds and, yesterday, Desiree baked two of them along with a mix of lemon grass and chopped vegetables.  The birds turned out spectacularly good.

I had forgotten how delicious and how small they are. 

While expressing how good the birds tasted is wholly subjective, I thought I might illustrate how small the birds are using my favored unit of measure: a Cold Smoke beer.

Taking Measure with a Cold Smoke Beer

—Mitchell Hegman