Duckburgers!

The duckburgers in mid-process

It's so rare that I actually come up with something from concept to fruition, but in this case, I summoned my army of zombie slaves and all my dreams came true! Yes! My dreams came true! Aren't you happy for me, my loyal band of hunter-gatherers? (Well, it's better than "peasants", isn't it?)
I had a dream. In the dream was duckburgers. Magret de Canard mixed with chicken thighs, ground in my very own meat grinder and barbecued ON THE GRILL!

If you think of all the steps -- the going, the choosing, the buying, the paying, the bringing, the brining, the grinding . . . well, it seems like quite an effort to merely fulfill someone's private fantasy of actually combining the words "duck" and "burger" into one word. But it came true!

Duckburgers!

With the help of galley slaves Brigitte, Arlette and Alex, my private fantasy came true! But not only did it come true! There's more! Brigitte made delectable fried potatoes and also for some inexplicable reason, aubergines, which I detest (but I digress), Alex came and sat on the balcony and we discussed why Andromeda seems to be falling into the Greater Magellanic Cloud, and Arlette ground all the meat! All I had to do was drink wine!

The upshot was my fantasy . . . Arlette (you know she's now a professional chef) made succulent, smoky duckburgers . . . Mediterranean style, with a touch of this, a touch of that . . . and she made tsaziki to go on top with cucumbers and lots of garlic, and Brigitte bustled and made stuff and I lost track (It's easy to do with too much wine and personal grill zombies) but the end result was HEAVEN.

And that's where I want to be right about now!

Now, to plot the next kitchen zombie uprising . . .

Alex the zombie prepares the table!