N° 51: Pheasant under Glass, the Queen of Sheba . . .

. . . and Outer Mongolia

Despite my persistent memory of frequent allusions to “pheasant under glass” during my childhood, it recently occurred to me, I still had no idea what this illusive dish actually was.

I guess it was when my sister and I expressed inadequate enthusiasm for the usual dinners with my paternal grandparents in Queens — my grandmother’s chicken parmesan, a p…