Friday, November 29, 2013

Duck for Turkey day

One over priced Buddhist duck from the chinaman on St John's St.
This one came with the "smilings" and "runaways" ( head and feet)
Remove said smilings and runaways and preserve for stock pot. EMT shears work great.
Perforate the skin liberally (do not puncture the flesh) Dunk in a pot of boiling water for about 5 minutes. Season as desired Goya Adobo works for me, and stuff with 2 peeled tangerines, oranges, lemons or what ever citrus you have at hand.
Into a 500 deg F oven along with a couple of spuds chopped and dressed in salt, pepper and olive oil, and the smilings and runaways. Let it rip for an hour.
 It will render about 3/4 of a cup of golden elixir. Save and set aside preserve for future cooking.
Toss one shallot and one large clove of garlic in about 3 table spoons of said golden elixir in a hot pan, let melt and add some sliced Portobello mushrooms. Add a handful of sunflower seeds and a mess of chopped fresh dill , toss for a couple of minutes in the hot pan and serve.
With some 3 buck Chuck (formerly known as 2 buck Chuck)
O yes I almost forgot, after you drain off the fat from the pan, and you let the duck rest, pour in a bout a cup of orange juice and clean up the pan, add a couple of splashes of Worcestershire sauce and a splash of brandy and reduce for a gravy.

* Save the head feet and whats left of the carcass/ bones and make duck soup the next day.




4 comments:

  1. Mike, si v ienes a vivir acá huyendo del bobamacare, te instalo un retaurante y vamos a medias

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  2. Oh, looks like Sr. Anonymous has beaten me to the offer. A carpenter AND a chef? I'd have you over here in Angola to finish off the cottages and the restaurant and cut you a share of the business!

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    1. Yes my friend Doug in Argentina likes the air of mystery in the incognito monicker. As far as Angola goes I am not sure my bowels could handle it after reading your gruesome accounts of life among the savages. And the predators have a way of picking up the smell of fear and resulting shite in the vulnerable. I'd be easy fodder for the wolves and hyenas of the 2 legged kind. I was born and grew up in Venezuela so though fortunate enough to be protected from the usual horrors that come with living in a 3rd world shithole I am familiar with the hazards and horrors possible, but after 30 yrs here in La-La land I have become far to soft to survive very long where Darwin still rules.

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  3. They could never sell duck like that over here. People would be lining the street to complain that it still had it's head so they could see what it was! I much prefer it like that though! Sounds like a good dinner- with shooting season on again at the moment I'm hoping to come home one night and find a brace of ducks hung on the side of the shed for me!

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