Friday, February 20, 2009
Wild Goose Chase ...
This post has nothing to do with chicken ... I just miss that crazy chicken head.
Today, I'm on a wild goose chase ... literally. The Diva family had a bit of go-round last December about what to serve for Christmas dinner. I wanted our traditional roast turkey, Mama Diva wanted to serve lasagna, my bro was all over the place and at one point suggested lobster - and Papa Diva? He's the one that started it all. He wanted roast goose. Feh.
Needless to say, my feathers were ruffled. You know how I feel about chicken, but I don't know how I feel about goose. Ultimately, Mama Diva won. Fresh off the heels of her knee replacement, she was still a gimp and gimps trump culinary-wanderlust every time. We had lasagna.
Ever the diplomat, and still a daddy's girl even at my advanced age, I promised Papa Diva a roast goose for his birthday. If we were smart, we would have picked one up at Christmas time and stuck it in the freezer. We didn't. More's the pity - we've been searching far and wide for one ever since. And Papa Diva's birthday has long since passed.
Not one to welsh on a promise, I'm out hunting and foraging today for the elusive goose. Frankly, I'm not even sure what I'll do with it once I find it. I've never cooked a goose. Here's what I do know ... should a goose present itself to me, it will not be the only thing on the menu. I'm covering my bases and will be doing a roast pork as well for good measure ... and for those of us who fear a foul fowl. Failing all of the above, we'll dine out!
Since I'm hedging my bets - have you ever roasted a goose? How did it turn out? Got any tips for me or a recipe to recommend? Frightened Diva wants to know!
Who knows how this little scavenger hunt will turn out? Not I, said that cat. Stay tuned and find out on Monday.
Enjoy the weekend!