did you ever roast a duckling?

Oh, I’m just pulling your leg. The duck I roast­ed was­n’t caught by Avery. Although she gave it the old col­lege try. This pho­to­graph is just coin­ci­den­tal­ly about ducks. Isn’t Rich­mond-upon-Thames love­ly? Whether you end up at the the­atre or not, you should go, just for the views.

Seri­ous­ly, though, about duck­lings and roast­ing. Why have I nev­er roast­ed one until last night? I think that, while I have pan-sauteed many a duck breast in my time, I have always been intim­i­dat­ed by the thought of a whole bird. I think I’ve also been put off a bit by all the recipe warn­ings about extreme spit­ting. Of fat, I mean, not the duck itself (although one could hard­ly blame it for spit­ting, when one thinks of its future in my din­ner table). I know some peo­ple are intim­i­dat­ed eas­i­ly by just the idea of roast­ing a chick­en, where­as my house­hold would soon starve with­out that sta­ple. At any rate, Sun­day morn­ing found me haunt­ing the Maryle­bone Farm­ers’ Mar­ket, as is my wont, and while the game pur­vey­or had par­tridges, quail, capons and such­like, there were no duck breasts, all sold out. There were whole ducks, how­ev­er, the cov­et­ed (I lat­er found out) Ayles­bury vari­ety, appar­ent­ly snowy white and much sought-after. So I bit the bul­let and snapped one up, there­by increas­ing the weight of my shoul­der bag by near­ly 4 kilos, and stag­gered home. What to do with it?

I end­ed up prick­ing the copi­ous skin all over many times with a fork, and scor­ing sev­er­al shal­low cuts across both breasts, and salt­ing and pep­per­ing him quite heav­i­ly. Then I put him in a deep roast­ing pan and, while I slaved away watch­ing Avery skate, and gos­sip­ing hap­pi­ly with Becky as we shiv­ered togeth­er, John put him in the oven at rough­ly 2 1/2 hours before we want­ed to eat. And let me tell you, that duck­ling was a rev­e­la­tion. The crunchi­est, crispi­est, melt­ing­ly fat­ty skin you have ever tast­ed, and rich, dark, juicy meat. Even Avery, who has been known to object to duck on cute­ness prin­ci­ples (as she used to lamb as well), suc­cumbed and had three help­ings. Mind, how­ev­er, the duck was not mad­ly meaty, so you’ll need one for about every four people.

Roast Duck­ling
(serves four)

1 Ayles­bury duckling
salt and pepper

First treat your pan with non­stick spray. Take the giblets out of the duck and lay them along­side the duck. I was sur­prised to find offal that is not includ­ed in your aver­age chick­en car­cass: name­ly, a rec­og­niz­able heart. Eeew. How­ev­er. Salt and pep­per all over, with the best qual­i­ty sea salt and fresh­ly ground pep­per. Roast about 2 1/2 hours at a medi­um tem­per­a­ture, some­where between 350–375 degrees. I turned the broil­er on for the last five min­utes or so, and the skin was real­ly crispy. Let duck­ling sit for five min­utes before carv­ing, to let the last of the fat that will trick­le out to trick­le out. Lift the duck­ling out of the fat and onto a carv­ing plat­ter. The breast meat will vir­tu­al­ly fall off the bone, and if you have a great sug­ges­tion for get­ting much more than a sliv­er off the legs, please let me know. I found the thighs to be near­ly meatless.

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Now, left with the love­ly car­cass, what was a girl to do? “Make duck stock,” Avery advised. “What does one do with duck stock, pray tell?” I asked skep­ti­cal­ly. “Look it up, I’m sure there’s some­thing,” was her blithe reply. Not to be intim­i­dat­ed, I put the car­cass in a huge stock­pot, threw in a tired onion half, sev­er­al even tired­er cel­ery stalks, a half a red pep­per that had been neglect­ed, and two cloves of gar­lic, a hand­ful of bay leaves, and cov­ered the lot with water. It sim­mered all the rest of the evening, fill­ing the house with the scent of duck, which was not to be despised. Full of duck, mashed pota­toes and aspara­gus as we were, we were all tor­ment­ed nonethe­less by the aro­ma. By bed­time, it was ready to be poured through a nice sieve, the bones dis­card­ed, and the pot put into the fridge overnight, so I could skim off the fat in the morning.

Bet­ter than look­ing up a recipe, how­ev­er, I asked my moth­er in law, she who knows every­thing about food. “I would think it would make a love­ly mush­room soup,” came the con­fi­dent advice, so that’s what I did. You know me and soup. If you can sim­mer it in broth and puree it, I’ll eat it. Almost any kind. Water­cress, or even cele­ri­ac, you name it. Even sweet corn, if I have to.

Cream of Por­to­bel­lo Soup With Duck Broth
(serves four)

3 tbsps butter
3 cloves garlic
6 cups fresh duck stock
dash of Madeira or sweet vermouth
6 large por­to­bel­lo mush­rooms, rough­ly chopped
4 tbsps creme fraiche, or sour cream, or light cream

Melt your but­ter in a nice heavy stock­pot and saute the gar­lic gen­tly. Care­ful­ly pour in the duck stock, add the liquor and the mush­rooms. Sim­mer for about 45 min­utes, remove from heat and puree with a hand blender. Whisk in the creme fraiche and voila.

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It was, John and I agreed, much rich­er than mush­room soup made with chick­en stock. A very deep flavour. I think you could­n’t go wrong with a driz­zle of truf­fle oil, but for the first time round I want­ed to taste it all on its own. Love­ly. Maybe I can get Avery to catch me anoth­er duck…

To ease your con­science, should you have one (or cho­les­terol issues, heav­en for­fend), here are two love­ly sal­ads to have along­side, to cut the fat. What­ev­er that means, it just seems intu­itive­ly true.

Cucum­ber Salad
(serves four)

1 large hydro­pon­ic cucumber
1/2 red onion
hand­ful fresh dill, chopped slightly
3 tbsps sour cream (or creme fraiche or yogurt if you’re dieting)
juice of 1 lemon
sea salt and pepper

Slice the cucum­ber length­wise and, using a small spoon, drag all the seeds out. Slice thin and place in a medi­um bowl. Slice the onion very thin indeed and add to cucum­bers. Place the dill, sour cream lemon juice and salt and pep­per in a small jar with a lid and shake until blend­ed. Toss the cucum­bers and onions thor­ough­ly in the dress­ing and bring, ide­al­ly, to room temperature.

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Toma­to and Avo­ca­do Salad
(serves four)

2 cups of the most vari­eties of small toma­toes you can find
1 large ripe avocado
1 medi­um-hot red chilli
1/3 cup chilli-infused olive oil
1 tbsp bal­sam­ic vinegar
1 tsp Dijon mustard
1/2 tsp oregano leaves
salt and pepper

Quar­ter the toma­toes and pre­pare the avo­ca­do (halved, pit removed, diced large). Place all the oth­er ingre­di­ents in a jar with a lid, shake well until emul­si­fied, and pour over toma­toes and avocado.

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John and I often have one or both of these sal­ads for lunch. With a nice whole­meal pita bread, toast­ed, to soak up the dress­ings, they’re lovely.

Well, lat­er on I’ll tell you about my “Cre­ative Non-Fic­tion” class yes­ter­day. I’m real­ly inspired to write some­thing now, and John says, “Some­thing besides the blog!” I think he’s jeal­ous of you…

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