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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2008-12-25 06:20 pm

The greatest of all the wood-people, Pomona herself

Happiness is a duck in the oven and a glaze of quinces and cider simmering on the stove. In one of its forms, anyway. Another is new books—[livejournal.com profile] papersky's Ha'penny, [livejournal.com profile] desperance's Shelter, Ben Parzybok's Couch, Growing Back: Poems 1972—1992 by Rika Lesser. Yet another is [livejournal.com profile] lesser_celery, in person, talking about Tom Stoppard and beef stock and dirty bombs. Music I haven't heard yet. An enameled plaque of squid. My brother, dozing. TCM appears to be playing film noir for Christmas, of which I totally approve. Tomorrow, the Museum of Science; first, I must attend to the duck.

[identity profile] ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com 2008-12-26 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
We made it with cider as in unfiltered apple juice, which cooks down most obligingly, but I'm sure a variant could be worked out with alcohol.

I'd probably stick with the unfiltered apple juice. The sweetness and substance sounds as if it should be important.

The other kind of cider I mostly use as a substitute for white wine in cookery. It's what I use when I make moules marinère, for instance, which I haven't done in ages as the smell bothers everyone else in my family, even those as will eat mussels. There's also a stunning lamb roast, filled with apples, rolled and tied, studded with cloves, and basted with cider, that needs a boneless shoulder or loin, the which cannot be got here in America as they saw both joints up into chops. I made it once in Ireland, and it was lovely. I _think_ that I may've braised lamb shanks in cider as well, at one time or another.

That last I may have to try again sometime in the next few weeks. Thank you for putting it back into my mind.

Keep in mind also these cooking times are for a five-pound duck, which I should have mentioned somewhere.

Thanks! And how many times do you score the duck?