The other day at school, one of my colleagues said she had accidentally bought some duck eggs. She had bought some expensive eggs, thinking they were organic or something. Having brought them home, she made an omelet. They tasted funny. She then saw a picture of a duck on the carton. Apparently she has some ethical qualms about eating duck eggs, and did not intend to eat any of the three remaining eggs. Seeing my interest, she offered to bring them to school for me. And she did; so I had three duck eggs to try. I had two of them fried with some of the leftover pork from the faculty dinner--they were good. Maybe a slightly stronger "eggy" or "gamey" flavor. Today I went out shopping and got another carton of duck eggs. I used some of them to make cookies, and now there are four left over. I don't know if the duckiness of the eggs made a difference to the cookies--I had to put about a cup of extra flour in to make them bake up properly (give them "structural integrity"), and using dark brown sugar instead of light brown was probably a bigger deal.
When Leslie and I are all grown up and have a house in suburbia with a backyard, I want to be a duck farmer.
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