Friday, March 19, 2010

What the Duck?

There are a half dozen duck eggs in my fridge.  I'm not sure why I bought them.  Probably because I've never had the opportunity before.  Maybe because I have some vague memory of my grandmother buying duck eggs. It just seemed like the right thing at the time.  

Now I'm not sure what to do with them.  Today I took them out of the fridge and took pictures of them.  

You can't see it very well in the photos, but they are a pale, ghostly blue-green.  They look like they should glow in the dark.  They don't.  I checked.  (Picture me in my windowless water closet, peering intently into the darkness, looking for a glimmer of light from the bowl of duck eggs in my hand.)

I suppose, at some point in the not-too-distant future, I'm going to have to do something other than photographing the eggs.  I might even have to cook them.  Finding duck eggs for sale is so uncommon that I'm finding it difficult to decide how to cook them.  I feel like I might not get the chance again, so I want to get it right.  Decisions, decisions...


  1. Here I shall offer some unsolicited advice: jump right in and cook those eggs! Don't horde them! I say this as a person with a tendency to horde things and then not use them. I'm trying to reform myself. As Gretchen Rubin (of The Happiness Project) would say, "Spend out." Meaning that doing something with those duck eggs will bring you happiness...and more photo opportunities!

    Happy Saturday, Laurie.

  2. Rosiecat, you know me too well for someone who hasn't met me!

    My hording instincts prompted yesterday's post. I had discovered two once-beautiful portabellini mushrooms in my fridge. I had saved them until they weren't fit to use. I didn't want that to happen with the eggs. My plan was to write about them, take pictures of them and basically get them out of the fridge where I could bask in their eggy magic before cracking them open.

    I know this sounds completely nuts. I blame it on my Ukrainian heritage. Pysanky (decorated Easter Eggs)are kept for years, though I'm too far removed Ukrainian ancestors to know how to make them myself.

    My plan seems to have worked; last night's dinner was duck egg frittata. No photos, as we were too hungry to pause for pictures! There are 3 eggs left, so maybe I'll break out the camera for those.

    Thanks for the sensible advice Rosiecat. I'm going to have to look for that book!


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