An easy Sunday celebration of local bounty: slow-roasted fresh duck from Plum Creek Farm. Rubbed with sea salt, lazily glazed with a dulcet slick of Ohio Honey, and left to roast at 325. Basted, when I entertained the notion, and “done”, when my eyes, nose and fingers told me so. Simple.
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Why Must I Feel Like That?
January 22, 2009 – 11:55 pm
Somewhere between getting my reggae on and doing the dogcatcher I was exposed to some atomic (pun, yes, so what) cooties that laid me out with the nastiest head and chest cold I’ve sustained in years. Losing both the senses of smell and taste are surefire ways to also lose an appetite, and starving my [...]
