Eureka or however you spell it.

     The thought occurred to me.  Somewhere in the recesses of my mind.  Where my lone gray cell reclines with a smoke and a cup of coffee.  From those depths came a singular thought.  A concept so brash and bold.  It rocked the very foundation of all the research I had done.  Yes indeed it did.  All the recopies, sifting through them to find out the best way to roast a duck.  Like the roar of distant thunder the thought did come!

     Uh....did you look at the duck to see if it had directions?

     As a bolt of lightening I leaped forth from my chair.  I opened the door of the refrigerator and savaged the plastic bag that held the duck.  Yes Virginia....it came with pre printed instructions.  Thus the path was now chosen.

     I estimated the time and when about I wished to eat.  Okay it gets a little less enthralling here.

     I was going to make a simple bread stuffing baked in a bowl. The way we used to do.  No fancy stuff, certainly no sausage.  I followed along with the recipe.  Actually one of the few that did not have all the exact information, as my mom was wont to do on these index cards.

     Celery and onions softened, check.  Bread check.  Egg check.  Combine cover and put in oven 20 min then remove cover and cook another 30 min.  Check and check.

     The part I didn't get right was the adding the stock.  There was no real measurement.  So I added what I thought was right.

     The end result tasted well enough.  Overly moist however.  So moist in fact; if I hadn't been the one cooking it I would have thought it raw.  But I ate it anyway.

     Okay tomorrow Daffy takes front and Center.