So I dropped by the supermarket this evening to pick up some Dr.
Pepper for the house sitter who'll be watching the dogs and the house
while we're off on another small test run of the rémoulade tour. I
was minding my own business, not looking for trouble, just meandering
over towards the soft drink aisle. All of a sudden a duck pounced!
Out of nowhere the little blighter plopped itself into my shopping
cart. While I do admit that said cart was perilously close to the
reduced meats chiller, I must protest that the duck's appearance was
due to forces beyond my control. And being marked down for quick
sale, it easily seduced me into buying it. Actually, thoughts duck
confit and duck breast prosciutto did more than enough seducing.

But here's the poser: We leave tomorrow for Louisiana (family visit
and rémoulade research) and my recipes for duck breast prosciutto and
confit both call for a 24 hour cure in the fridge before further
preparation. Looks like the car will have both human and duck
passengers on I-20 and I-49 tomorrow.

Better call Mom to see if she'll let me do the duck confit at her
place tomorrow night. I've got just the cooler for the trip down
there.

Air drying the breast may take a bit more figuring. Maybe we can hang
it out the window on the way home.
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