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February 16, 2004

Duck Amuck

So apparently I can eat duck with no ill effects. Except on my friends. Sorry, C.

Made dinner last night for my two dear friends, E. and C. Started with a nice spring greens salad, then roast duck stuffed with apple-raisin stuffing (Joy of Cooking) with wild rice and JoC's No-Knead yeast rolls. My mother's Apricot Brandy Pound Cake (which for some reason E. kept hearing as "Apricot Brandy pancake") and coffee for dessert. The rolls turned out a bit tough -- I overkneaded -- but the rest came out delightfully, apart from the minor detail of my leaving the neck on the duck (well, it was tucked inside and I don't know what those things are supposed to look like). The dog ate well on trimmed fat and drippings, and the duck meat actually turned out nicely; it was tender and tasty, and not tough and stringy like I kind of expected it to be. The pound cake was, of course, perfect.

And we broke out the good china for its inaugural use. I love that pattern. We even used our nice crystal that we got as wedding gifts, even though it wasn't quite the right shape for white wine.

And I wasn't vilely ill afterwards, which was the point of this exercise. Although I doubt I will ever roast a duck again for an everyday meal.

Posted by ayse on 02/16/04 at 3:39 PM

3 Comments

Well, considering I parse "Get your freak on" as "Get your free cone", its no surpise that I would parse "pound cake" as "pan cake". I'm the audio version of Mr. Magoo.

If you think duck is greasy, try eating goose. Moo haw haw.

Heya, if you put in a URL, it will not post your e-mail address (just save it for my devious purposes, ie, making sure you're not a troll, not that my blog is important enough to get trolls).

Also, you sound like you're angling for a goose roast. That will have to wait until I forget what a pain in the ass dressing a whole bird is.

"what a pain in the ass dressing a whole bird is"

True. It must be tough getting sleeves over those bulky wings.

Nyuk nyuk nyuk.