Fowl Deeds

Fowl DeedsIn the most salubrious sense, the brisk weather of midautumn is definitely for the birds. Loyal beefeaters, the kind who are the first to admit they wouldn't recognize a live woodcock if it flew right into their whiskey sours, are now eagerly awaiting roast guinea hen and plump capons stuffed with truffles. Certainly, if France's Henry IV were alive today, he'd feel foolish suggesting a mere chicken in every pot. His fiat would include boneless chicken à la Kiev, rock cornish game hens...