The past couple of weeks have been busy! The weather has been halfway decent (up until this week) so Robb and I were able to get out in the yard. In between our yard work and housework, we made it a point to go see “Logan” in theaters (review) and I was able to make a pie in honor of Pi Day (recipe).
Since I love looking at pictures more than reading text sometimes, I thought I would make this primarily a photo post!
One thing not pictured is the new chicken I picked up on Saturday. She’s a Silver Laced Wyandotte (I named her Ipsy) that’s just starting to lay. She has a huge bald spot on her back from being bullied but I know that her feathers will grow back soon. She’s still checking things out in the coop but so far, everyone is getting along decently well. I’ll post of picture of her soon, once the weather warms up again and I can spend more time in the coop.
When Robb and I first started dating, one of the first things I learned about him was that he loved duck hunting. He often regaled me with tales of the duck-based goodies he created after a morning of hunting. During our first year of dating, he fixed me meals made with goose, swan, wild turkey, and deer. But no duck. I always just figured that he caught too-few ducks and that he had earned the right to enjoy them on his own. After all, he is the one getting up at 3 or 4 in the morning and sitting in a blind in the freezing cold while I’m still snuggled in bed.
We’ve been dating a little over two years now and I’ve finally been able to enjoy a few duck dishes. But nothing compared to the duck bombs (as I have dubbed them) Robb fixed a few days ago.
There is no recipe really for this. To be honest, I’m not sure if Robb even knows what he did. He cooks instinctively, which is something that impresses me. He throws this-and-that into a pot, no measurements. Sometimes the food turns out delicious, sometimes the dogs get a large dinner that night. These duck bombs were a definite win.
He used a mallard and a wood duck, breasting them out to get 4 breasts. He pounded the breasts thin and then marinated them in Allegro and garlic for 24 hours (simply because he forgot to fix them the night before). After marinating, he rolled the duck breasts up with a sliver of jalapeno, smear of cream cheese and wrapped them in bacon.
He cooked them in a grill pan in a mixture of onions, olive oil, garlic, and jalapenos for about 10 minutes (I’m guessing) or until medium rare and tender.
We served the duck breasts with asparagus (marinated in garlic and Allegro as well) that was oven roasted until tender.
Delicious! Hopefully he’ll snag a few more ducks this season and we can recreate this dish!
What’s your favorite, most mouth-watering way to serve (or be served) wild game?
Thankfully not in the way of his predecessors but instead Iggy Jr. is going to live every man’s dream – head honcho of 8 lucky ladies. 2017 is known as the “Year of the Rooster” and for our Iggy Jr., this year was truly a lucky year.
When we first got Iggy Jr., we initially thought that he was a “she”. I started to have my doubts however and it was only in the past few weeks that my doubts were confirmed. It was only a matter of time before Iggy Jr. met his destiny with the crock pot. Good roosters are hard to find and it seemed like such a waste to eat Iggy Jr.. He was handsome, good to his women, and would eat right out of my hand. I found someone online looking for a rooster as he had lost his the week before so I mentioned Iggy Jr.. Thankfully the person seemed interested.
I met a couple up at a local feed shop and delivered Iggy Jr. to them. As soon as they left, I went into the store and purchased a new hen.
This is RB.
RB is short for Rainbow Bright (pronounced like Arby). I don’t know why we named her that. It just popped into my boyfriend’s head on our way home and stuck. RB is a Golden Comet, less than a year. Not a breed that I normally would go with but she’s sweet. She’s missing her tail feathers because her mates at the feed store bullied her. She was bullied badly here until the past few days when the temperature dropped as we had a Winter storm pass through. I left them in the coop for almost two and a half days and they seem to get along better now.
We are still getting used to our new flock and are looking forward to the weather warming up so that we can start getting eggs again!
I picked up the week’s goodies from the Farmer’s Market last Saturday. The two weeks since the last market flew by, even though I still haven’t used the radishes for anything, nor the sweet potatoes. I froze what was left of the loaf of challah in hopes of making a bread pudding soon. In fact, the only item I used to completion thus far was the chocolate milk that I polished off just a few days ago. I still have some of the organic milk fro Trader Joe’s left in the fridge, so I could skip buying dairy this time around.
Two packages of grass-fed pork chops (from a farmer in Gates Co)
Jar of Peach Blueberry Jam (my friend allowed me to have a taste before he whisked it home, it was delicious; from the same farmer as the pork))
Small package of cheese stars (from Donna’s Desserts)
Several small butternut squash (from ECO in Raleigh, I think)
Pint of grape tomatoes (see above – they were only okay. They tasted like grocery store tomatoes actually)
Several carrots and rutabagas (Somerset Farm)
Originally, I had planned on fixing the pork chops for dinner that night but decided to cook a whole chicken in the crockpot and save those pork chops for next weekend. I covered the chicken in peppers, lemon, rosemary from the garden, and some garlic and let it cook all day until it was done. It was tender and juicy when I finally cracked open the lid of the crockpot. My friend brought over some of the gorgonzola cheese he purchased from Trader Joe’s so I used that to make a dressing to go over a salad. We also had brown rice and delicious yeast rolls for dinner.