Well, I cooked another guinea fowl today, which I shared with my wife and An, a new member of our management team. An, who has just arrived from Viet Nam, enjoyed it [1], but said that for him it was no different to chicken. LK and I enjoyed it (as always) and for us it was clearly different to chicken — more tender, more flavoursome, more succulent. On this occasion I did not bother to cook it back-down for the first 40 minutes — rather, it had 40 minutes at 160oC breast-up, completely covered in smoked streaky bacon in a rectangular cast-iron casserole dish with the lid on, then 40 minutes with the lid off (otherwise no change), then 15 minutes with the bacon removed and finally a further 15 minutes with the temperature raised to 220oC. Cooked to perfection, so I shall not bother with the back-down phase again.
[1] He was, however, singularly unimpressed by the Christmas pudding, just as he had been by the mince pies. But then he likes congee, which I detest ...
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** Phil.