Duck duck dinner
Feb. 15th, 2016 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceApparently the boys like duck. Who knew?* They were very keen to help me break it down this morning.
This is what it looked like last night, for Karen and me, for Valentine's dinner:
...and now the residues are in the fridge and the stockpot and not the cats' stomachs, alas, and there may very well be duck-and-mushroom risotto for dinner tonight.
Around the duck, you will observe fingerlings and turnips braised alongside, cabbage with salt pork that braised separately; not shown, the sweet-and-sour herby orange sauce I concocted, made with the sour oranges from Laina & Cathyn's little treelet. Which it should hurry to grow into a vast and productive tree, because oy yummy. Those are marmalade-bearing branches, I tell you. Or will be.
*Well, they did, obviously. They would have shared this info yesterday, if we had shared the duck. Apparently.
This is what it looked like last night, for Karen and me, for Valentine's dinner:
...and now the residues are in the fridge and the stockpot and not the cats' stomachs, alas, and there may very well be duck-and-mushroom risotto for dinner tonight.
Around the duck, you will observe fingerlings and turnips braised alongside, cabbage with salt pork that braised separately; not shown, the sweet-and-sour herby orange sauce I concocted, made with the sour oranges from Laina & Cathyn's little treelet. Which it should hurry to grow into a vast and productive tree, because oy yummy. Those are marmalade-bearing branches, I tell you. Or will be.
*Well, they did, obviously. They would have shared this info yesterday, if we had shared the duck. Apparently.