A gamekeeper from Navarre
Couldn’t get the birds in the air
People came to shoot
And it was such a hoot
Because the pheasants just sat and stared.
I wasn’t sure whether there were pheasants in the Basque Country, so I wrote a limerick. When things are immortalised in poetry, then it’s half-way to the truth, right?…
Hello – I'm Rachel Walker – food writer and cook. I live in East London with my very tolerant husband, who is often alarmed to find pig trotters or brining lamb tongues floating in the fridge. 
