I don't know about y'all but today's high of 82 is a damn sight better than those 98's we had last week. And I think the rain got here just in time for my lawn. All my rain barrels were getting low too. As of this typing I got just shy of 4" on the deck.
So we're sitting around Saturday morning when I get this text message from my pal Todd. "Allan, Bryan, Y'all interested in dinner at our house tonight at 7. Deal is that we bring each of you a whole duck by noon. Everybody cooks their duck then sows up at 7."
WTH. I've had duck once. In '78 I think. That is the extent of my duck repertoire. Was. Step one was obviously what to do with this.
As it turns out there is a market for Anatidae extremities. As I understand it when prepared correctly they are considered delicacies. I personally balk at the word delicacy. I think its code for shit i would not normally or willingly put in my mouth. Maybe thats just me.
After a light dusting with my favorite rub, Scooter Spice, and a loving rub down with a fresh Orange in to my second favorite cooking device the Big Easy, About 90 minutes later we got this.
Not too bad if I do say so myself. But considering the company I keep I'm OK with it.
Here is the house presentation which I really liked. Who knew duck tasted so good?
Final entry was unique in itself. How many out there even own a real Dutch Oven? Let alone use it. Brother Bryan has this down.
Drooling on your keyboard yet? Liar, liar pants on fire.
And yes. We called it a Duck-Off.
Made biscuits this morning. Found this in my bag of Grands.
Cooked it anyway.
Have a great week.