Duck Prosciutto-Charcutepalooza Challenge #1

I had big plans for this prosciutto. Big sweeping plans involving wine, cheese, a baguette and possibly grapes. Definitely wine. Maybe even a pizza. French-influenced continental goodness al fresco.

Until late last year when I stumbled upon a package at my butcher’s, I had no idea such a thing as duck prosciutto existed. Since first spying a package, I’ve been cooking up ways I’d like to use it–and oh, the picnics I’ve had in my head! Hours-long scenes of pastoral nature enjoyment (sans bugs), heat and sunburn. You can only imagine my excitement when Charcutepalooza challenge numero uno was for the delectable-sounding stuff.

I actually made this loveliness concurrently with Charcutepalooza challenge #2 for Home! Made! Bacon! and in the ridiculous amount of excitement that the bacon brought, I almost completely forgot about having this post tucked away for later. It also helped that I was called out of town for work through most of the curing process, though from what I’ve heard, it drove my dogs insane. The little one was near inconsolable–he knew meat was somewhere, dammit, he was just too short to find it. I can only imagine his indignant dachshund huffiness when no tasty goodness was forthcoming when he demanded it.

In lieu of having anything even remotely resembling a cave, garage, or temperature-controlled environment, I hung the breasts in my hallway on some storage shelving to cure. I was worried about bacteria or mold, but since the breasts had a good coating of salt to begin with, I really needn’t have. They were just fine hanging out for a week or so in the hallway all by their lonesome (with attending whining pooches).

I served this first/second foray into the wonders of charcuterie as an appetizer to a fantabulous collaborative meal between my DH, myself and a friend alongside fresh pita points, goat cheese, and a spread of bacon and tomato jams. Needless to say, the duck didn’t last long at all. I think I heard growling, too. For more on the dinner, see the post.

No leftovers to serve on a big picnic blanket… guess I’ll just have a great excuse to make this again. And I’ll have to buy said picnic blanket… 🙂

Curing the duck was also easier than I had feared. I was wary because of the not in the fridge-ed-ness of this curing method, but it turned out just fine. Pack breasts in salt, chill in the fridge for awhile, de-salt, wrap in cheesecloth, tie horrendously, hang in hallway for a week or so or until 30% lighter, slice thin & stand back. Couldn’t be easier. Really. See for yourself.

1: Bury your breasts in salt
2: Remove from salt, season
3: It's an ugly job, but these babies are wrapped up tight!
4: Hang out of the reach of roving wild dachshunds
5: When your breasts look dessicated and have lost 30% of their mass, you're good to go!
6: Serve simply to the delight of all, big picnic blanket not necessary

This recipe/preparation can be found in Charcuterie: The Craft of Salting, Smoking and Curing by Michael Ruhlman and Briay Polcyn

Makes a great appetizer spread with toasted pita points,
Bacon Jam like the one posted here
Tomato Jam
and a nice creamy goat cheese

Duck Prosciutto-Charcutepalooza Challenge #1 on Punk Domestics

June 23, 2011

Yep, you guessed it…the hubby’s out of town, so I had a mushroom/butter/cheese/egg-laden dinner 🙂

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June 22, 2011

Apparently I was feeling rather Grimace-y today. Yep, that’s me: in the car, midday, on a weekday, with a “junk” beverage.

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June 21, 2011

Sure, I'll look cute... when I'm backlit!

Yesterday was my big man’s 11th birthday. I can hardly believe my Nembutal has gotten that old. And, like any neglectful dog mother, I forgot to make him wear a silly hat. I also let his big day pass with little fanfare… just new good for him food, which my junkfood-loving dog is not terribly happy with just yet. If he could speak English, I’m sure he’d say the only reason he ate it at all is because he’s starving. to. death. and we never feed him. (totally not true–the boys are on a diet and for the first times in their lives, a feeding schedule)

Sads. Pleasemommynomorepictures

This is the saddest looking dog I have ever known, especially in front of the camera.

If I refuse to look, will you not take a picture of me?

I mean, really. C’mon. Would it kill him to at least look at the camera? (possibly. I’m of the firm opinion that he does little to encourage me) You’d think I was in the business of dog torture to look at him. And I’m not–he should know after 11 years that I’m going to take the damn picture whether he wants me to or not, and if he would just cooperate, I would be done quicker.

June 20, 2011

My order from custom fabric company Spoonflower came in and I see throw pillows in my future 🙂

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June 19, 2011

I want to live and/or dock my flying personal conveyance in this.

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June 18, 2011

Today was pretty great. Took the new lens to the Butterfly Garden, where my hubby caught some great shots — more on that later — and hit a kickass and unexpected farmer’s market in Pompano (at the Fiesta Flea Market), where we got a pineapple, cherries, 4 packages blackberries, broccolini, spinach, mushrooms, French green beans, asparagus and 20 mini peppers for $18. Exciting stuff!

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June 17, 2011

It’s….another sunset. Somewhere between waiting at Target’s pharmacy for nearly an hour and the (alcoholic) Firefly Iced Tea lemonade, I lost motivation.

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Slow Dance, With Tomatoes

Tomato Jam, waiting for the crush

This is the kind of recipe that is not a recipe. More of a guideline. Serve slow-cooked tomatoes: crushed as a jam slathered on a burger or crostini; as-is as a finger food (my favorite!); chopped in a salad; tossed in with grains; or with a shot of good-quality olive oil as a pasta dressing.

Slow-Cooked Tomato Jam

Roma Tomatoes (as many as you have – I only happened to have 3 on this day)
3-5 cloves thick-sliced garlic
a sprinkling of ground cinnamon
a sprinkling of caraway seeds
Big pinch salt
Big pinch fresh cracked black pepper
Olive oil for drizzling

Preheat your oven to 250 degrees F. Quarter the tomatoes lengthwise and arrange cut sides up in a single layer on a foil-wrapped baking sheet.

Drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with cinnamon, caraway, salt & pepper (or other herbs and/or spices if you are so inclined).

Roast for 2 hours until tomatoes collapse a little and are browning in spots. Flip over (skin side up) and roast an additional hour and a half until the skins are puckered and the tomatoes are falling apart.

If any should make it to a bowl, mash with a fork or potato masher to make jam or slice for salads and pasta.

If you’re like me, they may not make it that far.

Variations: You can make this jam with any tomato you have on hand–I have made with slicing tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, etc., though my favorite is the Roma tomato for this particular application. You can also add brown sugar to the mix, swap the cinnamon for nutmeg, etc. This can really be dressed a thousand different ways depending on what you happen to have on hand when you notice your tomatoes are almost past their shelf life.

Slow Dance, With Tomatoes on Punk Domestics

June 16, 2011

There's just something about seeing that iconic gold box that never fails to bring a smile to my face 🙂

It’s good to see that design still means something to a legacy brand that engenders generations of rabid fans.

AF-S VR Micro-Nikkor 105mm f/2.8G IF-ED lens

We finally got the 105mm f/2.8G lens–I see much more macro in my future (and without macro filters!) and possibly more portrait work, since the clarity on this baby is frickin amazing. Maybe I’ll even break down and let my DH get me a ring flash. Eventually. (hold your horses, there, DH)

And here’s Darth Vader, taken from about 2 feet away (from sitting on the bed to looking at the nightstand). And yes, I see the alarming amount of dust on my nightstand, too.

Darth looks pretty badass, even as a Lego