Some British woman made a behemoth monster roast she called a "True Love Roast." Apparently true love, to her, means killing birds of all different sizes, stuffing them inside one another, cooking them, and eating them. AND she added multiple kinds of stuffing. Now I feel sad because I only ate one kind of meat tonight and there was nothing shoved inside it.


1. Turkey, 2. Goose, 3. Barbary duck, 4. Guinea fowl, 5. Mallard, 6. Poussin, 7. Quail, 8. Partridge, 9. Pigeon squab, 10. Pheasant, 11. Chicken, 12. Aylesbury duck


The 12 species are meant to represent the 12 days of Christmas. But she is planning to make a 21-species roast next year, and in the article she laments that "These sorts of things used to be made with great bustards and swans, but they are protected birds now." OK, I don't know what a bustard is (I mean I do now, thanks to Wikipedia), but those damn swans, thinking they're so great, when I could be deboning them and shoving them into a turkey and cooking them. That stupid endangered species list is always ruining my fun and hindering my desire to kill and eat animals in the most undignified way possible.

But I can finally say, step aside, you tiny, insignifcant, now rendered totally lame turducken. You are no longer the toast of the town. Or should I say, roast of the town? Wow I am a dork. I'm going to stop writing now.

I spotted the pic on Serious Eats, but the full Daily Mail article is much more informative, and you can see more pictures.