Duck, Duck Gross.

Don't ask me what came over us this past weekend. It was hands down the laziest of all lazy weekends. I guess with the rain, nothing pressing on either of our agendas and a new shipment of Netflix we felt the urge to be totally unproductive. That is, except for Grayson's random desire to cook 2 ducks that were in our freezer. I think he realized how lazy we were being and decided to do something productive about it. I can't think of any other reason why he would suddenly want to cook duck.

Generally when Grayson decides he wants to cook I get very excited. It's not like I do all the cooking the rest of the time, but it's still nice to see us both working together to try and figure out this whole cooking thing. I will confess that this time though, when he told me he had decided we would eat duck for dinner I about gagged myself. It's nothing personal against G, it's simply that I am not a "fowl" person. I mean, I'll barely eat deer meat and that's only when it's hidden deep beneath other flavors in deer chili. But my protests were not enough to keep Grayson out of the kitchen. He actually went to the grocery store and did our weekly shopping, so I guess it wasn't a total loss?

Anyways, after minimal prodding on Grayson's part I finally got on board with the whole duck-for-dinner idea. We decided we would have a fancy dinner Sunday night and we would cook this duck together. We had 2 recipes that were similar so we figured we couldn't go wrong. I took out our fancy china and placemats while Grayson put the last minute touches on the duck. I got our side items going and next thing we knew we were relaxing on the couch, drinking a glass of wine while watching the Olympics until our delicious dinner was ready.
We were so proud of ourselves for what we had accomplished that we decided to take a picture for everyone to see. We didn't mess up once, even though the recipe had many words and directions that were originally unclear to us. I'm sure any normal person would have been impressed with our culinary skills.
Here is our fancy dinner with some rice, the duck and a few other items. This is my plate which leads me to the saddest part of this story. Being the supportive wife that I try to be, I decided that no matter what this thing tasted like, that I would remain positive. After all, Grayson was so excited about this challenge and he worked so hard to get everything together that I couldn't bear the thought of crushing his spirit. So what did I offer to do? Eat the duck first, of course!
So here is my plate with the first cut of duck. I obviously made this into a way bigger ordeal than it should have been, but where would the fun have been if I didnt'? Anyways, not only did I take the first bite, but I also SWALLOWED and chose a nice comment about what I had just ingested into my system. I chose to comment on how many more tendons duck have than chicken, to which Grayson replied, "Hmm, let me try." At this point, I was about to take another bite in support of my husband, except that at that very moment he was spitting out his entire forkful of duck. There were a few hysterical statements, all of them referring to how could I have possibly eaten that when it tasted so terrible etc ...

Needless to say I was extremely thankful that he thought it tasted just as badly as I did. It's nothing personal against the duck, it just didn't "suit our pallet", I guess you could say. At least now we can say that we have tried duck and that we sincerely do not care for its flavor. So for all you hunters out there, we request tilapia or chicken and if that isn't possible, we'll accept dove or deer meat instead of duck, if that's okay?