Duck, it's a wee Burns house

I have had a day that nearly resulted in my not posting. I wasn't going to and then I remembered my friend, Ed (@tengologodo), and how he'd been on my mind as I cooked supper last night. Not only did I poach one of his favourites - duck eggs - but when I drained them, I realised it was on my Mum and Dad's old Burns tea towel. When they got it, I don't know, but it's been lurking in my kitchen drawer for at least the last 22 years. The picture at the head of this post was the deal ~~breaker~~ maker because Burns' house peaks out between the eggs.

At the risk of repeating myself, I'm so enjoying popping into the garden - while it's relatively warm and still light - and so I did. Parsley and perennial basil.

The basil with two cloves of garlic went into a pot of homemade cottage cheese which, I figured might be nice with the beetroot and a great ~~substitute~~ change from butter.

Because I'm so in love with Trish's dishes, and as I keep on saying, I hate how beetroot "leaks" all over everything, I laid out a bit of deconstructed salad on a bed of green and with parsley waiting for the eggs.

And there you have it: after an almost summer day, a salad supper with poached eggs (hen and duck) on fresh parsley, with homemade cottage cheese creamed with basil and garlic. With, of course, potatoes for him.

Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa

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Photo: Selma
Post script

If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:

re-vamping old recipes. As I do this, I am adding them in a file format that you can download and print. If you download recipes, buy me a coffee. Or better yet, a glass of wine....?
and "re-capturing" nearly two years' worth of posts.

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