Duck season

Wabbit season! (Sorry, have been seeing that Elmer Fudd Geico ad too often lately.)

But really, there's a reason for my duck-luv-fest, in preparation for which, my sweetie and I each had hearty servings of McCann's steel-cut Irish oatmeal on Monday morning.

He observed (without much hope) that perhaps the cholesterol-fighting properties of the oatmeal might help us prepare for the onslaught of duck fat headed our way that afternoon. (Please -- snorting in derision is so undignified. I can hear you all from here, so stop that. ;-P)

There were 8 of us so it seemed only reasonable to order to ducks to prevent any unseemly squabbling over the squab. (Okay, they're not really squab, but hey, poetic license.)

After presentation of the goods, the chef came tableside to carve 'em up for us. We kept him busy with our platters of poultry, but boy he was FAST!

Et voila! Platter # 1, which died a quick death at one end of the table. Platter #2 did not live much longer at the other end of the table either.

Afterwards (I am completely skipping over the platters of: sauteed spinach with garlic, salt and pepper shrimp, Grand Marnier shrimp, and vegetable lo mein [long life lo mein] which we also devoured) we wandered around Chinatown, as it was a pleasantly warm --for February-- and sunny holiday Monday. Here is some dried seafood, which my mom and I are not fans of, as we both think they merely bear a passing resemblance (when reconstituted) to the deliciousness of FRESH seafood.

And of course, no trip to Chinatown is complete without a gluttonous descent to one of the Aji Ichiban locations (a/k/a Munchies Paradise -- literally). I managed to snag one snap before one of the clerks told me there were to be no photos (?!)

My sweetie and I discovered another outpost of our dearly departed Hong Kong Supermarket, but neither he nor my Mom (for of course she has already scoped it out) feel that it compares to the original location in selection (or price). Sadly.

Still, it was entertaining enough to wander around and find veggie duck shelved right next to seasoned pork stomach in the refrigerator case. Heh.

Finally, I just had to stop and take a photo of this restaurant's signange. Notice the amusing oxymoron here?

And now, lunch time (back at the office) is OVAH!