A young swan, neck curled and beak resting on her wing, lay on the gleaming silver. Surrounding the cygnet were medallions of meat soaked in black sauce……
‘My goodness, the talent of your cook. It looks still alive.”
We had never eaten swan before. Alice was showing her guests that she was as good as royal, heeded no churchman’s law, and neither should they.
from Her Kind by Niamh Boyce (2019). Highly Recommended.