When I awoke yesterday morning, my throat was on fire. Great, so now I’m sick. (Or, as roommate Danny B. suggested, I may be allergic to pasta. If anyone were to develop a pasta-specific allergy, it would probably occur after the kind of nonsense I went through on Sunday.) I’ve also completed another recipe, but I spent yesterday afternoon on the couch like an invalid instead of actually writing anything, so you will have to wait until tomorrow to hear what I made. It’s just a dessert, so don’t get your hopes up for anything wild.
Roommate Lindsey made a fantastic Martha Stewart shrimp/coconut/noodle soup last night, and she did it in about 20 minutes, and it was exactly what I needed when I wasn’t feeling well. Martha will always trump Gwyneth, this I know for sure.
In the meantime, dear Gwyneth is reportedly going to be on the cover of Bon Appetit magazine. Well done, Gwyneth! Finally, some publicity.
I’m also currently weighing my options for obtaining duck confit. Gwyneth suggests ordering from D’Artagnan, but 6 pieces will run me $45, which is nausea-inducing. I’m pretty sure I know of at least one really good butcher’s shop in Portland that offers duck confit, so I’ll have to give them a call and shop around. I’m also going to be needing at least two or three more whole duck carcasses, so I may as well get friendly with my local duck butchers.
There’s also the option of attempting to make my own duck confit, which would be hilarious and probably turn out awful. Who knows if I’m crazy enough to try it.
As for today, I’m just going to drink a lot of tea.
The Danny/Gwyneth Project 