Spring is upon us, so you know what that means. Spring cleaning. While many people loathe the task of cleaning out closets or the garage, I clean out my pantry and my freezer. No more open snack food; no more uneaten cereal. If it doesn’t rhyme with protein bar, it gets thrown out. As for my freezer, I use this time to evaluate the number of frozen ducks and I try to organize them in reverse date order. I must make way for a new crop of frozen birds this Fall to fill the tundra of my freezer. Occasionally I’ll find a pack that has been there since before my children were born. That’s an easy throw-away. But the oldest ducks must get thawed, cooked, and eaten first.
So begins my rigorous cooking schedule, although I often opt for others doing the cooking for me. Recently, I went to a friend’s house who was clearly cleaning out their freezer-full too. Nothing like the aroma of smothered duck on the stove and giant knife-and-fork duck poppers on the grill topped with McIlhenny Tabasco pepper jelly. |
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