Being a long time docent at St. Mary’s City, “specializing” in the
reconstructed brick chapel of 1667, I often talk about the the long
history of the Chapel. Well, when the
colonists constructed it, in the (late) 17th century, Notre Dame had
stood tall for almost 500 years.
Fortunately, we were able to visit it a couple of times and what a
calamity for not just Christians, but mankind in general. Reports of what was lost continue to roll in,
hopefully some of the irreplaceable items may have survived.
So, despite an undertone of insignificance, we’ll plunge
into mundane Feeder topics..
Eggs live on
People have been asking about expanding my egg repertoire
beyond Turkeys and Exotic Chickens.
Particularly eggs from Ducks. Okay, well another educational experience for the feeder ensued. I had thought I would have to find a cute little
boutique farm with a gentleman farmer harboring his loving brood (mixed
metaphor there) of ducks producing delicate, perfectly formed restaurant
quality eggs. Well, in response to some
inquiries, I got several “well, you
ninny, they are sold at the farmer’s market at Hermanville Road and 235!”
(so much for bucolic searching) and a friend volunteered to get me some.
Duck lesson one:
Duck Eggs are not hard to come by.
Lesson two came when I received a half dozen of them. My city boy perception of duck eggs were that
they would be smaller than the chicken variety.
Well, here’s a side by each:
Which is Daisy’s and which is the hen’s product?
Answer:
Duck Lesson two: (These) duck eggs are at least the size of
Chicken eggs; go figure.
Lesson three: the crucial taste test…. Another throwdown!
Again ducky on the lefty
Fried up in Mr All Clad
Followed by brother chicken
And plated both
Neither MFO nor I could notice any marked difference in
mouthfeel (love to use that word), color, or taste. Both pretty good. I was preconditioned to give the duck a
“Ptooie” after another good palate reported she had to pitch hers into the
woods as being inedible. Hope hers was
not “just bad”.
Duck Lesson three: there
is no significant culinary difference in Duck and Chicken (Or turkey for that
matter!)
So I’m afraid that I have to pretty much give an across the
board “okay” to Chicken, Turkey, and now Duck eggs. Take what is easy. Comments welcomed.
The Aliens have landed! flesh eating growths on the loose!
Nope. here’s the status of the Moody Mushroom Farm:
Day 10
Oh, Beans!
a close out for the long, long, time readers with a good
memory (and sports junkies):
Remember what this signifies?
Yep, it is my traditional “Final Round of the Masters”
snack. Salted (yes menu breaker) and
jelly beans. The beans are authentic
Brach’s, but the peanuts are NOT the Planter’s Cocktail Nuts from the blue can,
rather Whitley’s Virginia peanuts. Still a great pairing (ha ha)
WARNING THE FOLLOWING SPORTS REPORT CONTAINS RARE POLITICAL CONTENT
(please skip freely)
Well, while the snacks were semi-traditional, the golf
tournament was anything but. Alert
(Sports oriented) readers will know that after N years, it is believed all is forgiven for Tiger
and he’s now larger than life in his quest to “Return to Glory”. A snip from the San Francisco Chronicle:
“Everyone, even the
president, needs a pal. President Trump is so pleased for his golf buddy Tiger
Woods that he wants to give the comeback winner of the Masters the Presidential
Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian award in the land.
Ugh, for several reasons.
Save it for true cultural and social leaders. Give it to those who are morally
inspiring as well as accomplished, meaning not Tiger. Hand out fewer to
heighten the power of the award. Skip your friends and think of the nation”
The feeder has to make a (rare) politically oriented observation
(although alert readers may sense my leanings): Everything our President does
these days is with the sole purpose of building a voter base for 2020, you
think honoring T has ulterior motives?
I have never been a “Tiger Fan”. I do make a distinction between his ability
with a golf club and the man. He is a phenomenal
golfer with skills never seen before, and deserves all the credit for his play (GOAT??), but not (IMHO) his personality. Many
people seem to believe he is entitled to win a major for what he’s overcome
medically. Show me the score, man; go
earn it!
Anyway, the heads will change their tune from “will Tiger
ever win (a major) again?” to “will Tiger now “Catch” Jack?”
Okay enough for today
Despite the last entry hope everyone has a joyful Easter
season
DFD, and don’t forget NMMJ!
Addendum and in the hopper:
what in the Hell is a Maryland Crab Cake?
what's different about these "burgers"?
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