A tale of two ducks: amble? what amble?
Aug. 27th, 2014 05:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceNote to self: remembering to set the timer is all very well; hearing the timer go off is all very well*; turning it off is a fine thing in and of itself.
It would however also help if you remembered also to turn off the gas beneath the pot, with all that that implies.
*gazes at overboiled rice, more in sorrow than in anger*
*shrugs*
*decides it'll have to do*
I have cooked the legs of the duck to rags, with all the bits beside; I have degreased and strained the sauce, and decided it to be delicious; I still need to reduce it to the consistency of pouring cream, shred the leg-meat and roast the breasts. Right now, though, I need to decide on vegetables, and act on those decisions. We have more guests than I expected, and I am coming nicely to the panic.
*actually inescapable: it is a very loud rooster-crow, right here on my belt
It would however also help if you remembered also to turn off the gas beneath the pot, with all that that implies.
*gazes at overboiled rice, more in sorrow than in anger*
*shrugs*
*decides it'll have to do*
I have cooked the legs of the duck to rags, with all the bits beside; I have degreased and strained the sauce, and decided it to be delicious; I still need to reduce it to the consistency of pouring cream, shred the leg-meat and roast the breasts. Right now, though, I need to decide on vegetables, and act on those decisions. We have more guests than I expected, and I am coming nicely to the panic.
*actually inescapable: it is a very loud rooster-crow, right here on my belt