Been busy cooking. Ducks and spuds don't roast themselves. Well, not this side of hell.
The fuck was as tasty as d*ck. I think I got that the right way around. I did a bit of a Biggles while cooking and slipped in a flyer of Islay. Didn't have time to post about it, what with the boiling duck fat spitting at me.
I'd come up with some bullshit about the red wine cutting through the duck. But I'm getting tired and I've just had a really big dump. I'm all out of shit.
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The duck looks beautiful. I trust the potatoes got a good dose of the fat.
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