Suppose I threw a planet, and nobody came
Jan. 13th, 2014 05:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSaturday's duck came out fairly well, I think; I went for the slow roasting option, and it pretty much went as planned. With dauphinoise potatoes (or whatever you call dauphinoise when you leave the cheese out, because everything else seemed rich enough already: why would we ever need cheese?) and lots of kale sauteed with garlic and ginger and duck fat. I do love the way duck starts off by producing what you need for the rest of the meal, and more. And more, and more, and...
So yesterday there was enough duck left to improvise; we had duck-and-mushroom farfalle, with the residual gravy pretending to be a sauce, and broccolini on the side. And I made a stock of the bones (tragically forgetting about the giblets, that were sitting all this time in the fridge waiting for me to remember them).
Today the yogi are coming to feed, and I have spent almost all the day resolutely not thinking about that, because I have been thinking about feeding birds instead. I have made sugar-syrup, and filled my new hummingbird feeders, and hung them out to glint redly in the sun; and I have bought seed-feeders and hung those too; and spent the last hour of the light mostly staring out of the kitchen window wondering where the ingrates were, all those birds, conspicuously not bothering to turn up. I hate the first hour of a party, when everybody's observing social convention and staying away.
Recalling myself to my duty of the night, I scuttled around to Lucky's and came home with a small organic chicken: which I'm going to pot-roast, sort of, and make Puy lentils* and buttered cabbage, and stick those in front of people with today's bake of bread, and they will have to be happy with that.
*Purely incidentally, I do think this is weird: here's a recipe which expressly calls for "french green lentils", which are kinda what they call Puy lentils over here - and the photo accompaniment is so clearly nothing whatsoever to do with Puy lentils. Those are split peas, mate: five times the size and the wrong colour withal.
So yesterday there was enough duck left to improvise; we had duck-and-mushroom farfalle, with the residual gravy pretending to be a sauce, and broccolini on the side. And I made a stock of the bones (tragically forgetting about the giblets, that were sitting all this time in the fridge waiting for me to remember them).
Today the yogi are coming to feed, and I have spent almost all the day resolutely not thinking about that, because I have been thinking about feeding birds instead. I have made sugar-syrup, and filled my new hummingbird feeders, and hung them out to glint redly in the sun; and I have bought seed-feeders and hung those too; and spent the last hour of the light mostly staring out of the kitchen window wondering where the ingrates were, all those birds, conspicuously not bothering to turn up. I hate the first hour of a party, when everybody's observing social convention and staying away.
Recalling myself to my duty of the night, I scuttled around to Lucky's and came home with a small organic chicken: which I'm going to pot-roast, sort of, and make Puy lentils* and buttered cabbage, and stick those in front of people with today's bake of bread, and they will have to be happy with that.
*Purely incidentally, I do think this is weird: here's a recipe which expressly calls for "french green lentils", which are kinda what they call Puy lentils over here - and the photo accompaniment is so clearly nothing whatsoever to do with Puy lentils. Those are split peas, mate: five times the size and the wrong colour withal.
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Date: 2014-01-14 05:15 am (UTC)I do not know how anyone can confuse them. Roundish? Smallish? But a cook should know better.