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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Daffy for Dinner: What Was I Thinking?

The other day, the boys and I did the grocery shop. Much of my attention was divided between trying to prevent trolley-casualties to innocent bystanders, breaking up fights and convincing my children that chocolate isn't a food group.

I might be forgiven for being distracted and briefly losing my senses. I passed the frozen food section where the supermarket had brought in, especially for Christmas, turkeys and ducks. I had enough sense to rule out the turkey, because it's only going to be the four of us for Christmas, and I didn't want to be eating turkey for the next two months, but I wasn't thinking clearly when I dropped a frozen duck into the trolley.

"How hard can it be to cook a duck?" I thought to myself. I seemed to have forgotten that roasting things is just not my forte. Sure, I'm not completely hopeless as I once was, but it doesn't come naturally to me.

So here I am only days away from Christmas, and I haven't a clue what I'm going to do with that bird.

Frozen Duck for Christmas Dinner

I'm off to Google a recipe that I can't mess up. If you know of any good duck recipes, I'm open to suggestions.
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