Didn't go to bed last night, but stayed up until 2am cooking black-eyed peas, collard greens, and bread pudding. Meanwhile the duck, who we named "John Quack," was laying in water trying to complete his duty of defrosting.
Although tired, with sore feet begging for mercy, the task of slaving over the hot stove had to continue. Of course everyone knows that if allowed to sit overnight most meals are more delicious. The seasonings soaking into vegetables and mingling with herbs is just the prescription for a yummy dining experience.
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| J's Collards |
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| J's black-eyed peas |
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| J's bread-pudding (Ruth Chris recipe) |
Late into the am, around 10am, Jequiche woke with plans to simmer the collards and black-eyed peas. Breakfast was skipped due to fullness from taste-testing two servings of bread-pudding much earlier today. Who on Earth could have resisted piping hot bread-pudding? (made with the Ruth Chris recipe at that!) Sure we almost burned our taste-buds off, but boy was it worth the risk.
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John Quack
(my first duck, took off the veg hat today) |
That was this morning at some hour past 2am. Since then we've cooked (thought to bone the duck, thought better of it), rubbed John Quack down with lime, sprinkled him with salt and pepper and roasted him for a total of 2 hours, ate more bread-pudding, drank the rest of the bourbon left over from the bread-pudding recipe, made the stuffing to pair with John Quack, looked at the bread-pudding, boiled the red potatoes and topped them with butter, chives, sea-salt and black pepper, eyed the bread-pudding again, and marveled in Bun-Bun's mac & cheese (made with mozzarella, Mexican-blend, and Colby-jack cheese). Right about now a slight sleepiness is coming on.
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| Bun Bun's mac & cheese |
Yea, it's about that time. The remainder of the evening will likely continue with: watching a LMN movie that was DVR'd earlier this week, finishing off that glass of Burgundy wine that has been marinating in the glass for hours now, dozing off on the red couch periodically, and snuggling with Bun-Bun before pulling the little brown blanket close.
But first, a final thought...
We cant be the only ones that used to wonder, "why do we always find cans of cranberry sauce with an upside down label?"
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What's upside down?
the label/the can, both or neither? |
After a visit to the market during rush-hour, a pyramid of cranberry sauce cans stared down and something strange occurred--Ah ha! they are
purposely made this way to encourage people to shake the can bottom up. Although the discovery has been that this only works when the bottom is punctured a little (let a little air in by use a sharp knife to make a little slit--but handle with care), then watch the cranberry sauce slide right out.