FamilybitsHonestly! Why did you leave these things in my house? I pop them like I used to pop crack, until I learned not to do that from Tom Cruise.
Actually, I didn’t learn that from Tom Cruise, I learned it from his unauthorized biographer. Whose job I want very much. I would love to be able to write and giggle and interview people all day long, like a blogger.
I can forgive Phil for leaving the M&Ms because the Duck Confit he made on Sunday was the bullet train to my heart. The E-ticket to my eternal culinary gratitude. My seventy-four year old step dad said it was the best meal he’s ever had, and that’s saying something. The man just returned from a week in Tuscany and has traveled all over the world.
I’ve been bugging Phil to make the duck for me because it’s one of my favorite dishes when done right, and each time I’ve ordered it somewhere, he’s said, “Mine’s better.”
It so is.
It takes days to prepare: first you have to butcher the ducks, render the fat, dry-marinade them for days, render them some more, and finally cook them in their own fat at the end. Do you have any idea how much fat two ducks can hold? This much. And would you look at this beautiful sight? A man in my kitchen, cooking haute cuisine. I win!
And in a perfect touch of je ne sais quoi, one of my best friends is French, and is dying for a share of the leftover duck fat. When I wrote to tell her it was all ready for her and that the ducks were fabulous, she said, “Great. You are making confit de canard and I am making marshmallows.”
I was all, “Wait - you can MAKE those? Ahahaha! Why would you make them? They’re so cheap!”
“That’s not the point!”
And her kids won’t eat them because the store-bought ones are better. I told her we could trade - I know Dylan will eat marshmallow in any form. Duck fat, not so much.
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01.31.08 at 03:14 PM |
Thank you, thank you!
*removes toque and bows*
01.31.08 at 04:10 PM |
I thought I was the only one that popped the peanut M&M;’s and Diet Coke like that. Man I wish I had some… and the man in the kitchen thing… nothing better. My hubby cooks some of his family Italian family dishes that just bring me to my knees.
01.31.08 at 06:22 PM |
First -WOO! MY REVIEW MADE YOUR SIDEBAR! I’M PUBLISHED!
Second - canard, mmmmmmm! Having someone cook canard for you....I’m speechless!
01.31.08 at 08:30 PM |
Wow, the duck sounds fabulous. LOL at the trade - my son would be the same way! (And ever since I saw a recipe for homemade marshmallows in Martha Stewart Living, I’ve wanted to try making them - my husband makes fun of me because it really would be cheaper and obviously so much easier to buy them.)
02.01.08 at 07:06 AM |
All right, all right, you win! Phil, next time you go home to NYC just drive about 6 hours west and cook in my kitchen. What do you mean you don’t want to?!? I have a very nice stove. Granted it’s the only nice thing in my kitchen, but if you were here there would be two nice things. And Mindy can come too and make it three nice things.
Aaawwww never mind.
02.01.08 at 07:20 AM |
Should we bring the duck fat…
02.01.08 at 07:40 AM |
You can just plan on staying long enough to render the duck fat here. I’ll get the ducks if you show up.
02.02.08 at 01:19 AM |
Disgusting. No wonder you’re so overweight.
02.02.08 at 02:38 PM |
Dear (notme@noway) Secret friend
(message from secret co-location in NYC—at the moment)
Awwww, how sweet. Not very happy with yourself these days are you? Don’t like the person staring back at you in the mirror? Feeling exposed for the fraud you are?
So pathetic, so sad…
Kisses
—Mr.X
02.02.08 at 06:11 PM |
Your kitchen cabinets are fabulous!
02.03.08 at 07:24 AM |
So, do I get to blame my upset stomach on y’all today? We went to a fancy French restaurant last night, where inspired by you, I ordered the duck confit with black lentils cooked, I’m sure in duck fat (and also, some really good Bordeaux). Dear lord they were good, but today? Oh my. I feel like I ate a pound of butter.