Over on his slice of the ‘sphere, Rodent’s laid out his voting booth game plan for the big ballot-a-thon that’ll be sweeping the Nation in a couple weeks. Me, I haven’t paid hardly any attention to the local or national battles going on prior to the contest — besides these ridiculous scandals that keep cropping up, of
course. I don’t feel motivated to even vote due to the low feeling of efficacy for the current state of politics.
Blue, or red — either way, the country probably won’t end up in the black.
One of the proposals Rodent was strategery-ing about caught my eye, though. Or rather, as it should be, it tickled my tastebuds:
3. Allow the establishment of a hunting season for mourning doves – Yes
Too bad Sufjan Stevens already did a Michigan album — the material for a song about that would be as easy as shooting wingless squabs in a bucket.
In any case, peaceful, whimsical eulogy for a zenaida macroura or not, this proposal’s made out of real beef. As any voter would do in these circumstances, one has to weight the options and vote accordingly. That’s just the American way.
So: do mourning doves taste good?
Wikipedia, taking another grevious shot to its flank, has no idea. (Or, more likely, those who induldge in doves are keeping the secret to themselves. So much for the power of distributed knowledge.)
But Old Man Google comes in to save dinner, sending this (admittantly dove-hungry) constituent to Songbird Protection Coalition. The SPC has this to say about the savory aspects of doves:
[Doves] do not provide a viable human food source. Most recipes call only for dove breasts — the fastest and most popular method of dressing doves is referred to as “breasting-out.” A properly shot dove yields about one ounce of edible flesh. Dove recipes show breasts to be covered in sauces and heavy seasoning due to strong pungent citrus flavor.
Besides that this obviously pro-dove page is trying to lure the potential “No” vote away from the allure of dovey hors d’oeuvres, they’ve let slip the key hint that you can indeed get an ounce of meat out of these sorry birds.
So, a little math: one ounce of meat, multiplied by, say, two hundred birds in afternoon, or three hundred if you hit one of their cities. That’s over 12 pounds of meat right there, ready for some hot and saucy breasting-out.
This November 7th, vote “Yes!” on Michigan Proposal 06-3, and we’ll win this food fight.