from ducks... to soup

i know i know - i REALLY should have labeled this post "PETS?? or MEAT???" - i HAVE a sense of humor. but i just couldn't. unbelievably so, we almost got to that point. this dang thing was quacking about early monday morning so much that it woke the varkenkidlets up and they had to wander down three flights of stairs to the back laundry to see who/what was making such a ruckus. and then wanted to set it free.

can you bleeb it showed up in a plastic GROCERY BAG???
(it did)

unfortunately for him - i mean HER - it was she (making such the ruckus)

and, although we were promised a reprive till "this aftahnoon!!," he was done in by 10am. much to the chagrin of all involved (well, except for ayi - who got the major reprieve from all the laundry).

i really was expecting something a little closer to the following. clean, prepared - you know - something that a city girl can handle. i've PLUCKED a few birds before. i've just never had to MEET them first!!!

and yet. after all that. mr(s) quackers turned out to be nuthing more than a big bowl of czarnina. yes. the varkenkidlets did try a bit. and yes - mr. varkenjaab and i did have our share. it just wasn't all that i wanted it to be.

quite delishuss. and quite local. but not exactically local and delishuss.

mr varkenjaab says it's cuz i chickened out again on the potato dumplings. and yes. he would be right. but it was hard enough mixing in the bright red congealed mass o' half coagulated blood and flour to make it soup.

look. i tried my best.

but i'm not saving any leftovers...