Absolutely, but it must be well raised and great attention must be paid to your guest list. Otherwise you end up with a scrawny meatless duck and after you have served it to all your guests (Mrs UberEats, Mr Shiny New Toys, Miss Holidays etc.) there is not much left for you. You may also find some of your guests (Mr Mortgage, Miss Credit Cards and Mrs Car Loan) have dibs on most of your future ducks as well.
That does not look appetising.
Sorry time:
When I was a kid I went to a yum-cha restaurant with my dad and grandparents. I had some chicken feet, and they were delicious! My sweet grandma noticed this. The next time she came over to our house, she brought a pack of Coles chicken feet, uncooked, just in their original plastic packaging. She put them in the microwave and served them to me as is, no seasoning, nothing. It broke my heart a little bit but I couldn’t bring myself to eat them.
Oh dear. That would be awful. I’m surprised you didn’t end up unable to eat anything microwaved after a trauma like that! Just think, you may never have discovered the joy of microwaved potatoes and the whole world could have ended up a much duller place. All because of one misunderstanding over chicken feet.
Happy EOFY everyone! A great day to get all your financial ducks in a row 🦆🦆🦆
Financial ducks are the tastiest of all the ducks
Absolutely, but it must be well raised and great attention must be paid to your guest list. Otherwise you end up with a scrawny meatless duck and after you have served it to all your guests (Mrs UberEats, Mr Shiny New Toys, Miss Holidays etc.) there is not much left for you. You may also find some of your guests (Mr Mortgage, Miss Credit Cards and Mrs Car Loan) have dibs on most of your future ducks as well.
Upon closer inspection I apparently have only duck foot bones.
When life gives you duck feet
image: plate of braised duck feet
That does not look appetising.
Sorry time:
When I was a kid I went to a yum-cha restaurant with my dad and grandparents. I had some chicken feet, and they were delicious! My sweet grandma noticed this. The next time she came over to our house, she brought a pack of Coles chicken feet, uncooked, just in their original plastic packaging. She put them in the microwave and served them to me as is, no seasoning, nothing. It broke my heart a little bit but I couldn’t bring myself to eat them.
Oh dear. That would be awful. I’m surprised you didn’t end up unable to eat anything microwaved after a trauma like that! Just think, you may never have discovered the joy of microwaved potatoes and the whole world could have ended up a much duller place. All because of one misunderstanding over chicken feet.