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greenstormLast night I made duck breast for dinner for Tucker and I; today I'm roasting the rest of the duck to have for dinner, to pick at crispy skin and eat the rich leg and oyster meat.
In the oven with the duck is the King Arthur short version of rugbraud (rye hot springs bread from iceland); this isn't proper in that it doesn't cook for 12 hours, but it is rye-only and uses an ok oven temperature to cook with duck and I'm curious to see how it turns out.
The newly-castrated piglets are running around and frolicking in the sun. Water is sheeting off the curved sides of my house as the snow melts, punctuated by loud crashes when chunks of snow let go and slide off altogether.
There's always a sleeping cat in view; also in view is the rack of green pepper sprouts and compact furry tomatoes. Behind me my year-old potted peppers are covered in white bloom. Sun is coming in sideways through the double glass doors.
In the oven with the duck is the King Arthur short version of rugbraud (rye hot springs bread from iceland); this isn't proper in that it doesn't cook for 12 hours, but it is rye-only and uses an ok oven temperature to cook with duck and I'm curious to see how it turns out.
The newly-castrated piglets are running around and frolicking in the sun. Water is sheeting off the curved sides of my house as the snow melts, punctuated by loud crashes when chunks of snow let go and slide off altogether.
There's always a sleeping cat in view; also in view is the rack of green pepper sprouts and compact furry tomatoes. Behind me my year-old potted peppers are covered in white bloom. Sun is coming in sideways through the double glass doors.
