Winter Weekend Fare

This weekend I’m recharging my batteries with hearty winter fare.

Duck Elaine: fennel scented roasted legs, seared breast served on a bed of sour cherries that had picked in their prime. Elaine just happened to have a duck in the fridge, and you know the old Chinese saying, “A duck must be eaten.” So eat, we did.

This weekend I'm recharging my batteries with hearty winter fare.

Duck Elaine: fennel scented roasted legs, seared breast served on a bed of sour cherries that had been picked in their prime. Elaine just happened to have a duck in the fridge, and you know the old Chinese saying, "A duck must be eaten." So eat, we did.

Saturday night movie and a trip down Food Memory Lane at a funky old Spanish restaurant on Houston St. It's the only place in the world where I eat iceberg lettuce and French dressing. And it will probably be another 30 years before I do it again. But, last night it worked perfectly.

Sunday morning egg with buttered soldier. And a warm bowl of cappucino. Total indulgence. Happy Sunday!