We once had a pet duck named Elvis who tormented the dogs and molested our chickens. He ate everything in sight and would chase the kids around the yard quacking loudly at every turn. I admired Elvis for his bossiness and his sense of superiority over all the other animals that lived with us. Elvis was a much loved member of the family and the thought of eating him never entered our minds. But that didn’t stop us from trying duck while on the occasional Food Trek. After all, it is considered a delicacy i... read more »
