“If music be the food of love, play on!” This famous Shakespearean quote, according to the Phrase Meaning website, refers to Orsini requesting an excess of music to sate his obsession with love, much in the way food satisfies one’s appetite.
On Valentine’s Day, my husband and I bathe in excessive amounts of both food and music. Nothing thrills us more than a beautifully orchestrated meal set to Zimerman’s romantic interpretation of Chopin’s 4 ballades, played repeatedly.
Duck breasts are one of our favorite dishes, easy to prepare and perfect for a romantic evening spent at home. I wish duck, like chicken, were more readily available in America. I adore it’s rich, dark meat, especially when served medium rare and paired with fruity sauces.
I’m speculating many Americans are put off by the fat rendered from cooking duck. I drain and save the fat, coveting it as an added bonus. The Science of Cooking website, among others, touts duck fat as a healthy substitute for butter. I, personally, love the savory, rich “mouth-feel” of many foods cooked in duck fat.
In this recipe, the sauce is made while the duck is cooking. You may, however, find it easier to make your sauce the day before serving. Raspberry sauce may be made up to 48 hours in advance; simply reheat before serving. I always serve duck breasts with mashed potatoes and turnips; a heavenly marriage of flavor and texture!
Taking care to practice what I preached in my last blog, I remain tasered into beans. (Been researching tasers for the current novel I’m writing. A cool word. It can be used as a noun: He’s running down Nine Mile, grab your taser! A verb: You tasered the wrong guy, man! Even an adjective: His eyes, a knee-buckling shade of … Full recipe post »
January blogs, Tweets and FB comments that begin with earnest New Year’s Resolutions are as nettlesome and abundant as Time Square selfies taken as the ball drops. Boring. I was at the gym this morning; here’s a picture of the parking lot––it was an open field of asphalt last month. You read what I’m sayin’. It’s crazy buying … Full recipe post »
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