Here is what O'Rourke's wife supposedly said when asked, "How do you like birds now?" after her first quail hunt: "With quince preserves and curried rice, thank you".
Emerald green and potently herbaceous, my excellent parsley soup was made with a deeply ruddy stock and garnished with Parmesan-filled tortellini, smoked eel and bacon, a brilliant trio of flattering foils, and Edwina delighted in her dainty quail tart with finely chopped fresh mushrooms —described as "raw duxelles" on the menu — chicory and a mushroom fritter.
by Sharon Levy In the copseof her mind, a flusterof quail, tonicof quail, each her ownfailure, boozy and flushedfrom briar by a panicgripped from kinto kin, so they hover — mother and daughterand daughterand daughter — large-bodied, terrified,though nobodywants them.
Shoulder to shoulder, they fail, the quail of her actual and the quail of her oblivion.
She seemed to quail, holding her face away from him yet presenting her hips.
Her lifelong love of quail hunting was driven primarily by the joy of watching her hunting dogs work.
In the copse of her mind, a fluster of quail, tonic of quail, each her own failure, boozy and flushed from briar by a panic gripped from kin to kin, so they hover — mother and daughter and daughter and daughter — large-bodied, terrified, though nobody wants them.
Maria Marta Colusi looks possessed and powerful, and the rest of the cast quail before her.
Some of us today might quail at her easy contemplation of death, especially when it comes to operating as a guide to foreign hunters out to shoot and kill game such as lions.
Boomer brought the quail to her feet.
