Veggietales I Love My Duck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Otherwise, why did I feel like this at a simple touch? Fine, I'll do what she says today. I started to throw pieces of lettuce to the duck that Ana brought with us. She was right about one thing. This was kind of relaxing. "Look, that duck looks like he has a mustache!" she exclaimed all of a sudden and pointed at one with a black mark near its beak. I rolled my eyes. "You are so dumb." "No, but seriously. Oh, and look at the one with green feathers. Isn't it pretty?" she asked enthusiastically. Her eyes were lit up. She had such big brown eyes.

How could Mr. Dalton not recognize what kind of fish it was? When Mr. Dalton remained silent, Ariana sliced open the next dish, a stuffed roasted duck, and placed both the duck meat and seafood filling in front of him. "Mr. Dalton, this is a stuffed roasted duck with a seafood filling." As Mr. Dalton saw that the duck was stuffed with rare ingredients like soft-shelled turtle meat, his hand froze just before reaching for it. Soft-shelled turtles and bear paws were illegal, and only the wealthy could afford such delicacies.

He said as I smiled looking at him pulling his plate and then back at Lola. “What exactly is in here?’ He asked me as I chuckled.” “Its Plump duck breasts roasted with sweet Chantenay carrots in a red wine sauce and roasted garlic mash,” I said to him and he nodded his head eating. “How do you know what’s in it?” He asked me as I chuckled “I came up with the recipe.” I smiled and he nodded his head eating as I smiled at him. “This is nice. I can’t believe it” he said focusing on the food

Meggie seemed especially cheerful today, constantly asking Bella to go instruct the kitchen to prepare Emily’s favorite dishes. "Oh, and make sure they prepare a pot of duck soup, with ginseng, astragalus, and goji berries. It's great for women, both nourishing and beautifying," Meggie said, examining Emily's face closely, looking a little sad. "Why have you lost weight again?" Emily kept her gentle smile, comforting her, "I was dieting."

I compliment, admiring the plate he sets before me. “Darla’s latest vegan creation for you, Luna. Southern fried battered tofu, black-eyed peas, fried collard greens, potato salad, and—,” he sets a generous basket of cornbread between Ian and me, “cornbread, of course.” “All these fried foods are going to make me fat, Joe.” “I can’t imagine that ever happening to you, Luna. And for our alpha, smoked barbeque beef brisket, fried okra, mac-n-cheese, sweet mashers and a double helping of my flakey biscuits with cream gravy.”

❤️ The Hunchback at the Ball ❤️ Later that afternoon, after Korgath had cooked the promised meal, Kaelithra and Marl sat outside her shop eating like they hadn't seen food in weeks. The honey glazed duck was incredible. The roasted vegetables were perfect. The bread was still warm and soft. Kaelithra was pretty sure she'd died and gone to some kind of food heaven. "This is amazing," Marl said through a mouthful of duck, completely forgetting his table manners. "Thra, we need to fight this guy more often."

Taking them off, my eyes widened at how amazing they all looked. “Usually, I have two options. I have prepared a few different things to try. The first one is a duck confit over a bed of mash potatoes. The second is stuffed eggplant with black bean sauce. Third is maki and nigiri sushi. Fourth is a roasted rack of lamb with a side of mashed cauliflower. Lastly, that one is beef wellington. Alec cut us off a bite of each. Each one was mouth watering in its own way. “What do you think?” Alec asked me.

I gave them fresh water and fed them the left-over scraps from breakfast. There was plenty of room in the back yard to plant a garden, though, as I walked barefoot through the long grass back to the house. I should ask Jareth if I could dig a spot and plant some seeds. But then I remembered, I probably wouldn’t be around long enough to see my seeds germinate, and grow, let alone produce a harvest. Back in the house, I removed the duck from the oven. The skin had crisped up golden brown, and the roasted bird filled the house with a rich aroma. At the table, Kevin licked his lips and rubbed his belly.

Jameson and I have dinner with a subset of the people we’d met with earlier, the core investors, sans their staff. Duck confit with berry sauce is my new jam. The entrée comes with crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside potatoes that are roasted in duck fat. I’m horrified to see this on the menu, until Jameson explains that duck fat is actually of similar nutritional value to olive oil, excellent for cooking and for promoting good cholesterol.