It's either feast or famine at my place and this weekend I've gone down the road of culinary champions without the need for an unshaven celebrity chef and 20 seconds of anticipation music. I started the day with a trip to the Farmers Market. The sun was warm and the park was humming. Puppy school was well underway when I arrived and I was fortunate enough to witness today's curriculum of sit, stay, come, and sit and try not to embarrass your owner. The market stalls form a circle of a organic growers, a few not so local bakers and a few too many jars of jam that any one human being can consume in a lifetime. The mushroom man has fungi that could easily pass as a hat and the rhubarb lady with her commitment to her brightly coloured red friend producing tarts and jams every time however I suspect that when she gets home if someone so much as mentions rhubarb she would come at them with a carving knife. So tonight I cooked a duck breast slowly in a pan with some boiled kipfler potatoes that accidentally fell in the pan to be coated in duck fat. The leafy green salad took away the guilt factor as I carved my knife through the pink, moist meat and crispy potatoes. You know when you've done good on the organic gourmet richter scale because you get that, at one with nature feeling like you somehow saved a tree and a whale somewhere got within a few metres of the beach and said 'no, not today'. All praise to farmers markets and the farmers who get up so very early to give us such joy. Now, if only I could remember if it was sit, stay, come or sit, come and stay?
My fridge always looks like 'famine' I tell the kids I'm running the stock down so that I can clean it, I think they're getting suspicious. Nice one with the duck. I've never had the courage to cook it.
ReplyDeleteOur fridge always looks like a feast; 98% of which is usually chocolate.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if I'd obey 'stay' if there was a rhubarb lady around ~shudder~ Rhubarb - erk~
It's interesting how most people are offended by the humble Rhubarb. I don't know why we bother with taser guns when a plate of the stewed stringy red stuff would suffice.
ReplyDeleteMy fridge is full of water (in bottles) and I think there's a carton of eggs in there, plus a miniscule rump steak that's destined for my dinner plate tonight. the real food supply is in my freezer. There's not an inch of space to spare in there, what with all the frozen veg, fish and chicken.
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