Having wrapped the little dickens in a fine strip of bacon, and slathering some butter over it, I set the dove in a small skillet on low heat, covered. Some freshly cracked pepper seemed necessary.
The savory scents arising from the lightly sizzling dove served to increase my appetite a thousand-fold. Some thirty to forty minutes later found the de-winged beast on my plate.
The taste, savory and delicious, was comparable to chicken liver; the texture like that of a steak, well done.
Apart from the small, sharp bone which embedded itself ever so painfully in my gums, this was a very tasty morsel.
~That cartoon dog that always wanted to eat those little gophers