Wednesday, November 19, 2008

D*U*C*K - Poppy Z. Brite

Alternate history cooking.


In a New Orleans that was never trashed a couple that runs a restaurant has a challenge of a different kind.

Make a multiple course banquet for Ducks Unlimited, featuring duck in every course:

G-man pulled the duck out of the bag and brandished it at Rickey, his hand wrapped around its neck. From the top of his fist emerged a tiny, slit-eyed, unmistakably duck-billed head. From the bottom hung a brown, blue, and white body that had been gutted, but not deprived of its feathers or its webby feet. The ooze from a small perforation stained its delicately dappled breast.

"Jesus Christ."

"Least we know it's fresh."

"Goddammit, you mean we gotta pull the feathers off fifty ducks?"

"We don't." G-man gazed at Rickey over the tops of his shades. "Jacolvy and Devonte do. Or the dishwashers, even."

To top this off, famous quarterback Bobby Hebert is involved, and they just happen to be keen Saints fans

A cute book.


3.5 out of 5

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