I can hardly bear to crack these open. I keep thinking if I just keep them around long enough, they will hatch. Absurd, of course. They aren't even fertile. What would I do with four quail chicks as tiny as the knuckle of my pinkie? Raise them in the palm of my hand on squiggles of worms until they were strong enough to release in the woodlands.
Since the matter is really out of my palm, however, I have to consider the following delicate multiple-choice question:
B: En Cocotte
As I dicker with myself one more day, I am imagining what they taste like. Is their flavor rich or pale or indistinguishable from the chicken egg? I'll find out tomorrow, and so will you.