It was a lovely and long weekend, bleakened only through the constantly dreary gray skies and drizzling rain, which had me daydreaming of riding over high alpine passes under a clear blue sky.
But, since we have no control over the weather, I made the most of it, baking, cooking, and knitting.
Here a short excerpt from the Duck Chronicles:
A “before” picture of the duck.
I took some of the Kumquat jam that my father made from my stepmother’s homegrown Kumquats, mixed in a generous amount of Metaxa in order to obtain proper “basting consistency”. I then basted the duck and added some soup greens to the pan.
After two hours in the oven,
it was finished and delicious.
While I realize that this self-invented recipe was quite a bastardisation of the french classic, Canard aL´Orange, I nevertheless recommend trying it. The kumquats are much more aromatic than oranges, and the Metaxa adds a smooth touch.
Btw, research indicates that in northern Germany, red cabbage IS called Rotkohl; however, we Bavarians insist that it is blue and thus call it “Blaukraut”.
I did begin frogging that sweater coat. It’s quite a bit of work actually, because all of the seams need to be opened first. I did however, manage to frog the hood and the front right panel and will be making a sweater from that yarn. I will re-knit the sweater coat with another type of yarn which I’ve ordered.
Yesterday evening as I was quietly watching television, Miez decided to give me a present and came dashing through the cat door with a mouse in her mouth. I reacted quickly, as did Tobi, and it was a comical dash on my knees around the living room furniture, trying to fend off the dog who most likely wanted to just “cuddle” with the mouse as he does with all creatures, large or small, and preventing Miez from letting the mouse free in the living room (live toys are just sooooo much fun from a cat’s point of view).
I got the mouse away from Miez and tried to warm the rain-soaked and by now shaking little creature in my hands, but the poor thing died, presumably from a heart attack, as Miez has hardly any teeth left and the mouse appeared uninjured as far as I could determine.
So, a mouse burial is on the plan for this morning, as I find it extremely distasteful to dispose of dead animals (even mice) in the dust bin. I find that too disrespectful, I guess, “throwing away” what was once one of God’s many creatures. Call me crazy, I guess.
Before I began the frogging orgy on my sweater coat, I finished these socks which are a birthday present for someone (I obviously cannot disclose that here at this time 😉