Roasted duck.

July 20, 2008

I came up with this to be the first recipe made in the beautiful Le Creuset dutch oven Andy gave me for my birthday.

1 dressed duckling, brined overnight in salt water,
2 large white onions, sliced
4 large oranges (reserve ½ orange, juice 3½)
1 tbs orange zest
2 tbs orange liqueur
½ cup chicken broth
kosher salt, pepper, crushed red pepper flakes
1 head of garlic, peeled
2 sprigs fresh rosemary
2 sprigs fresh lavender
1 sprig fresh sage

Remove duck from broth.  Trim fat pad from main cavity, and set it aside.  Pat duck dry, rub with olive oil, salt, and pepper.  Stuff cavity with ½ white onion (sliced), garlic, ½ orange (sliced), and herbs.  Set stuffed duck aside.

In a gorgeous, cobalt blue Le Creuset dutch oven, render the duck fat slowly over medium heat.  If the fat is not available, just use olive oil.  Saute remaining onions in the duck fat.  Add orange zest and stir until fragrant.  Add orange juice, liqueur, broth, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes.  Stir to combine, and simmer until reduced by about half.

Wiggle the duck into the orange liquid and onions.  Spoon some of the mixture on top of the duck.

Raw duck in roasting pan.

Raw duck in roasting pan.

Cover tightly and cook at 350ºF for 1.5 hour until the bird reaches an internal temperature of about 150ºF.  Remove lid, crank heat to 500ºF and brown for approximately 15 minutes. The final temperature should be around 170ºF before resting.  Remove from heat, cover, and allow to sit for around 10 minutes before carving.

I’m serving this with seared brussel sprouts and basmati rice.

For the love of all that is holy,

July 19, 2008

don’t try to make my liver treat recipe out of beef livers instead of chicken.

It worked out pretty well eventually, but I had to use excess hot water to get the meat pureed, and work extra hard to get it all processed without loosing a hand. (Only one small cut!) The house still doesn’t smell quite right.

However, I did manage to make the treats drier, which was my original intent.  I added another half cup of cornmeal, and a whipped egg.  The batter turned into a workable dough which I pressed into a 13X9 inch baking dish, scored, and baked for about 2½ hours at 250ºF.  Jeffery spent those two and a half hours, plus the time it took to build the dough neurotically running into the kitchen, whinging,  licking the backs of my knee, and running around the house like a loose ping pong ball.

The original recipe can be found here: https://nottheknowingone.wordpress.com/2008/06/06/liver-treats/

Grilled Lobster

July 12, 2008

Yep. I grilled some lobsters.  I maintain that this was fantastic eating.  Andy thinks it was a little difficult to liberate the cooked meat from the crustacean.

2 live lobsters, about 1½ pound each
1 big drizzle garlic olive oil
Kosher salt, fresh cracked pepper
Melted butter

Garlic Olive Oil:
1 head of garlic, skinned and smashed
¼ cup chopped cilantro
1 cup extra virgin olive oil
zest of two lemons

Simmer the cilantro, lemon zest, and garlic in the olive oil on medium for about 20 mintues until the oil has picked up the flavor of the herb and the garlic.  Strain into an air tight container and refrigerate the oil for future use.  (Side note: after cooking, the mashed up garlic is great on toast)

Obtain two fresh live lobsters as close to cooking time as possible.  Stick the lobsters in the freezer for about 15 minutes to slow them down. Place a sturdy cutting board on a moist cup towel to prevent slipping.   Remove the lobsters from the freezer.  One at a time, place the lobster on its back on the cutting board.  Use another cup towel for grip.  Force the tip of a large chefs knife into the thorax of the lobster where it meets the tail and then quickly cut down through the thorax and head with the body of the knife, bisecting the upperbody and head of the lobster in one move. (You will be cutting longitudinally between the eyes)  The lobster will continue moving as the nerves begin to die.  Split the lobster completely in half.  Break off both claws, crack them with the back of the kinfe or a mallet. Set them aside.  Rinse the viscera from the lobster under running water.

Drizzle the exposed meat with garlic olive oil, kosher salt, and pepper. Squeeze over the juice of one lemon.  Place the claws on a grill heated to about 400°F and cover with a pie plate.  Wait about 5 minutes.  Place oiled lobster bodies on the grill, flesh side down.  Cook for about 7 minutes.  Flip and cook another 4-5 minutes.  Remove from heat. Serve with clarified butter and lemon.  I also did some grilled asparagus and grilled Texas Peaches.  Yurm.

I’m afraid of my can-opener

July 9, 2008

My mom bought me one of those can-openers that sits on the can itself and walks its way around the rim of the can.  This leaves you with your hands free and a can that’s not sharp enough to cut you.  For some reason though, the opener doesn’t stop once it gets around the can.  It just keeps walking and walking and eventually I have to grab it and forcefully punch the button several times to make it stop, then pry the top of the can off it.  It’s giving me stress.

I have another can-opener, but I somehow feel that using it would be disloyal to my mom.  I keep forcing myself to use the new gizmo, even though it seriously limits my enjoyment of a can of beans.

I may need help.

Cornbread Mush

July 6, 2008

1 cup milk
1 tbs butter
Yesterday’s cornbread
Buttermilk
Maple Syrup

Combine milk and butter, scald.  Crumble yesterday’s cornbread into the scalded milk mixture until it reaches desired consistency of mush.  Drizzle on some buttermilk (approx ¼ cup) and maple syrup to taste.  Eat.  Yum.

This would probably be better cooked in a pan that had just fried bacon. If you ate bacon, that is… which I don’t.    *Sob*

Perfect summer nights

July 2, 2008

I love summer.  Love the desperation of it and the way that heat can be something you get molded into. Love watching my skin turn into the olive and brown it has adapted to through six or so generations in the swelter.  Love the feeling of grit on the back of my neck and a the shock of knowing that my body can’t tolerate this indefinitely. Love realizing that I must have water.

More than that, I love a cool summer night after a muggy, blastedly hot day and eventual rain.  Love the clean smell of it and the momentary respite, sitting in a wooden swing.  It reminds me that in about three months I’ll smell something crisp and feel the first tiny breeze of fall just before the summer kicks up into its last, bitchiest wave.

I just made banana pudding,

June 26, 2008

and I’d kind of like to stick my head in it.

Does this even count as a recipe? I didn’t bother to make it from scratch because sometimes, a gal just wants the processed crap of her childhood.

2 packets instant banana pudding
4 cups milk
1 can eagle brand (sweetened condensed milk)
4-5 bananas, sliced
‘Nilla Wafers
1 large tub cool whip.

Whisk the milk into the pudding and allow it to thicken. Whisk in the eagle brand. Fold in half the container of cool whip. In a big serving bowl: Cover the bottom with wafers. Glob on some of the pudding mixture. Top with sliced bananas. Continue layering wafers, pudding, and bananas until you run out of pudding. Cover the top with remaining cool whip. Make a decorative edge by poking additional Nilla Wafers half way into the pudding (standing vertically) all the way around the edge against the side of the serving bowl. Refrigerate until it sets up.

Older Dog

June 24, 2008

Olive is about six years old now. There’s a little eyebrow of white in the brown smudge over her right eye. While I read and swing in the back yard, she usually lies prone in a patch of sunlight instead of dashing around crazy after her arch enemy the squirrel. She’s slower to jump in and out of the car, and there’s some new sort of dignity that beams out of her on the rare occasion that she makes eye contact.

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Olive. Photo by Andy

Olive at 7.

Every so often though, she’ll be hit by something and turn back to her silly young self. Olive has the least decorous run of any dog you’ll ever see. I call her The Dorkhound, when she does this. She’s a little swaybacked, her head bobs up and down from the shoulders, and her ears flap while she goes. This is all capped off with an open mouth that seems to grin. Finally she’ll get so excited that she’ll spin in a galloping circle and eventually fall over herself with glee. It’s rare, but she still does it, and when she does there’s no trace of the burgeoning old lady.

I’ve noticed that with Jeffrey around, Olive takes on a few more personalties. She’s at first Stodgy Olive, annoyed by the rambunctious whipper-snapper of a puppy. Next she’s forgotten herself and started playing wildly, this is Young at Heart Olive. She spins, lunges, runs, and whirls. After a bit she tires out and tries to call time, but Jeffrey (Jeff Vader as I’ve nicknamed him) doesn’t get that. It takes Big Strong Olive to get her point across. That version never lasts long, and is a pretty difficult character for her to adopt.

Its both wonderful and sad to see her interact with a young dog. She’s much more vigorous when Jeffrey’s around, and seems like more of a dog somehow instead of a person. They roll around all over each other and vie for more attention.

He highlights her age though. Jeffrey’s getting stronger and more powerful by the day. Soon Big Strong Olive will be unrecognizable next to him. I’m guessing that as time goes by, she’ll sit beside me and watch him play, and join in less and less. I know I’m anthropomorphizing, but I somehow think she’ll feel older and more fragile.

Favorite things.

June 24, 2008
  • shoes that are dishwasher safe
  • eggs
  • ivory soap
  • spray on sunscreen
  • plumbers that show up really late giving you an excuse to not be at work

A good Saturday.

June 21, 2008

The whole place smells like the smoked turkey we’re going to take down to New Braunfels tonight to have with Phil, Andrea, my sister Erin, and her husband Matt.  Then it’s night float!

For now there’s two laptops to surf on, and some Willie to whistle along to.