Roast Duck….hmmm. I don’t know any more….there are so many alternatives. Tonight I went to my 90 year old French friend Micheline and were joined by her delightful grand-daughter Sabrina, who I think I am secretly in love with, and by a duck….though not for long!
It was MY duck and has lived in Micheline’s deep freeze for most of it’s life….but that is another story.
Chinese Duck for instance, ready prepared from the supermarkets are remarkably good, and all the faffing about with hot water, rubber gloves, and vaseline needed for a crispy finish has all be done for you.
Or Duck breasts….all plump and pert, devoid of the oceans of fat in a full-blown DUCK, and let’s face it, there’s not much on a DUCK other than tit and leg anyway….bony damn beast!
They’re a bugger to carve too….despite Sabrina’s excellent carving skills, we were left looking at something that resembled a car-crash a la French motorways in August, which makes you think twice about having seconds…and every time I have roast duck, about an hour later (like about now) I have pangs of guilt that I have eaten a whole load of grease my arteries could probably do without.
But it was tasty, well cooked, with roast potatoes, beans and spinach – no coconut – and a rather below par orange sauce which was my contribution to the evening….but which was rather…yes, you guessed it…fatty.
Desert (sic) was quite good Spanish strawgogs, soaked in lemon juice and sugar, with some excellent frozen yoghurt. Wine was the ubiquitous and in my humble opinion eminently suitable Pinot Grigio.
But I fear a reapraisal of the whole burning issue of DUCK may be overdue!
Previous dinner posts from Peter
- Another culinary highlight ... but of a different kind. - May 17th, 2013
- A saturday evening in .... - April 20th, 2013
- Fish pie followed by Peter's Tiramisu ! - March 19th, 2013
- Borough Market, London - March 2nd, 2013
- “There were Angels dining at the Ritz .... and the motor was parked in Berkeley Square” - January 26th, 2013