Sunday 19 January
In Oxford, we are operating under
what we call "Rome rules." If good
ol' beef chuck steaks are just as ridiculously expensive as hand-cut scallops
of shell-pink veal, get the veal, which is too ridiculously expensive to buy
when you're at home. And that is why we
came home from the Co-op with a packet of duck legs rather than chicken.


This was our guide recipe, though
for leeks read onions. Barbara had foresightedly gotten
some assorted olives, and despoiled several laurus
nobilis trees at the farmers' market of a leaf apiece, just in time for it.
The duck legs take a while to cook, and
don't look attractive enough to photograph at the end, but oh - the flavor is enough to make you
swoon.
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