Thursday, December 8, 2011

Goose –– Wicked, Delicious – Smoked in Garbure (a French Stew) & Roasted with a Holiday Drink



I really don’t like geese. 

My beloved German grandmother’s family had a picture-book farm in Wisconsin. The gigantic dining table was a wonder –– placed in front of a huge fireplace –– I think it sat 20!  The kitchen smelled like the best bakery in the world since there was always something cooking there.  My great aunt Amelia, who towered over her tiny, but well-turned-out husband Fred (who still had his old-fashioned lace-up shoes custom made for him 60 years after they had gone out of fashion) was the matriarch of the family and a formidable woman. Legend has it when Fred died, she picked up the phone and called the funeral home, “Fred’s dead, pick him up” and went back to her work. For some reason I remember her hair so clearly, pulled astoundingly tightly, forming a tiny braided bun on top of her head.  I realized why she always went on about my gram’s, thick, still auburn hair (at 75) when I saw the bun down one day –– it was down past her waist but thin as a pencil –– it was hair envy!  She was a tyrant around the farm, and everyone quivered at the sight of her.  Her kitchen was so clean you could perform surgery there without hesitation –– everything gleamed from continual polishing and scrubbing.

The house was really extraordinary and I marveled at its 3-foot thick stone walls like some medieval castle.  Every doorframe had 2 doors, every window had 2 inner and outer windows.  It was always the perfect temperature, winter or summer because of this massive construction.  The house was built to last until the end of time.  Its boon and its curse was that it stood right by Lake Michigan, a fact that made it very valuable (the lake formed one edge of the property).  Her dim children, who didn’t feel any love for the place, when approached by developers sold it for a pile.  I never had the heart to find out if the magical house was torn down.  My small consolation (schadenfreude?) was that it would have been a hellish job.

It was at this farm that I learned about farm animals, drank milk warm from the cow (it was like drinking warm cream and insanely rich), and eating home-smoked sausages and hams and eggs fresh from the chickens.  I didn’t know how lucky I was. 

It was on one of these visits that I had my first encounter with anser anser domesticus and it wasn’t pretty.  I was young, 7 or 8, and having a grand time running about the land.


My great uncle Bill had an octagonal barn down the road at his place and my brother and I just had the time of our lives swinging from a rope and dropping into the hay below.  We were Tarzan and Errol Flynn all rolled into one that day… and we got away with it without getting caught, score!

We were back at Amelias’ when the attack happened.    I had visited the lovely cows and laughed at the very charming pigs (having a hard time imagining them as bacon and already having a bit of an issue with killing them for food… especially after meeting them!).   We opened a gate to walk to another barn.  Out of nowhere the squawking started.  A gaggle of geese came around the corner… honking like mad and led by an enormous gander.  We made eye contact and I knew then and there my goose was cooked.   I ran and he ran after me.  My brother made it over the fence clean but I wasn’t so lucky.  The white demon bit my leg brutally hard as I was climbing the fence.  It was a completely unnecessary and vicious thing to do.


When I made it over and looked back he was still honking and looking at me with the most malevolent stare imaginable.  Think Jurassic Park's Velociraptor  … that’s the look (the real velociraptor was only the size of a goose,  and we now know it had even had feathers –– the movie folks went for the larger Deinonychus for a size model and changed the face to make it look more sinister –– they changed the name because, well, Velociraptor sounds sexier than Deinonychus). I swear, he must have been an ancestor of my feathered nemesis –– but I digress...


I discovered that guarding is in the nature of geese.  Wikipedia said that the sacred flock of geese in the temple of Juno Moneta on the Capitoline Hill saved Rome from the marauding Gauls in 300 BCE by alerting them of a stealthy night attack. The epithet Moneta could have come from the Latin word monere –to warn or from the word mon for mountain or hill.  As of 273 BCE, the mint was established in her temple and the word money may have come from that association.  Perhaps that is where golden egg laying geese came from?? As it is, whole books have been written about geese in folklore.

I know, carrying a grudge for a lifetime is really bad –– but, well, I have and it has only recently abated–– somewhat.   My early Bambi dietary laws (don’t eat anything cute) put goose at the top of my meat list for years.  I asked for a Christmas goose for years.



Fast forward to adulthood.  I made my first Christmas goose in my new apartment.  After all, goose was the first thing Elizabeth the 1st ate to celebrate the sinking of the Spanish Armada –– she recommended it to her people to celebrate Christmas as a fitting tribute for the accomplishment and the blessing of saving the kingdom. It was delicious and there was a great degree of satisfaction cooking it.  I stopped making it since my ex didn’t care for goose–– many don't after bad experiences with tough, greasy, badly prepared birds.



I hadn’t made goose in many years when a friend delivered a beautiful specimen to my door from an upstate farm last month.  I marinated it in Madeira and was rewarded with a gorgeous bird by reworking a Cook’s Illustrated recipe I found (for the life of me I couldn’t find my old recipe!). 

I thought I’d get the most out of it by making stock with it but the last time I tried it years ago, it was a disaster and tasted just plain nasty.  My friend, Ken, told me my mistake had been cooking it too hot. My next effort was spectacular.  Goose was now back in my virtual pantry.

This brings me to Jim Schiltz. 

I discovered Schiltz Goose Farms in South Dakota (thanks to my friends at D’Artagnan) while researching foie gras and gavage (the method of force feeding to enlarge a bird’s liver) a few months ago (Schiltz doesn't force feed, by the way).

I realized that when I was young I thought all foie gras was from a goose (foie gras d’oie).  Now it is almost always duck (foie gras de canard) … so much so that it no longer labeled as such.  Foie gras is now almost exclusively duck.

But what of the goose?  As I discovered in researching foie gras, the goose was the first bird to be fattened for their livers –– the Egyptians began cultivating foie gras thousands of years ago and began domesticating them even further back.

I asked my friends at D’Artagnan about goose recommendations and they sent me to Schiltz Goose Farms. 

Photograph from Schiltz Goose Farm

Starting with a few Toulouse eggs in 1944, they have become the largest producer of goose products in the US.  What I found on the site was truly amazing. They began by raising weeder geese!  Did you know that geese were the often raised as weeders?  They were released in fields to keep the weeds down  in fields of cotton, strawberries, asparagus and mint.  They were replaced by herbicides in the 1960s, which I now understand was a good thing since the poor bird's weed diet was not good for them.

By that time the Schiltzes had begun raising geese for meat.  They are free-range birds who live their lives mostly outdoors, living on feed and foraging which makes for the most flavorful and nutritious birds.  Jim Schiltz said, "For the whole smoked goose we use geese that have been processed within our USDA (P-242), SQF Certified facility, that came from our farm in South Dakota, where they are raised in an extreme free range setting.  The geese begin their lives indoors for a couple weeks, then are given the choice of being inside or outside.  They have approx 100 sq ft per bird to run around in, in other words 400 to 500 geese per acre.  Once they eat the grasses that are planted for them down, we bring them fresh greens daily.  It is a world apart from the factory farming that rightfully upsets people." 

Although I got the goose liver that had drawn me to Schiltz to begin with ( that I will share with you soon)  I also got a smoked goose from Schiltz after I saw they were available.  When I got the package I was knocked over.  It is the meatiest, juiciest goose I’ve ever seen (it was nominated for the 2012 Taste Awards)!  It was so big that it went to the front of the recipe line because my freezer (already toooo full) couldn't contain it and, well, I couldn't wait to taste it!  It was so good that stripping the bones of the meat, I tasted like mad and each bit was fantastic with different tastes and textures from every part of the bird, WOW (and they are offering great deals on shipping for the holidays!)

But what to do???  I had an idea to use it in a cassoulet or something like. 


So, where to go for the recipes?  Geese, country life, farm-fresh ingredients ­­­­–– my mind started wandering to Baron Roy Andries de Groot.  Ok, you may ask, what does a blind gourmet who lived in Greenwich Village have to do with farms or geese?  Well, he wrote a wonderful book about a tiny hotel run by a pair of French food muses, Vivette Artaud and Ray Girard.  The book was called The Auberge of the Flowering Hearth.  de Groot felt their cooking expressed the unity of their way of life –– a beautiful expression, don't you think?  It was the first book of his that I read… I mean, how could you not with a title like that… it practically oozes poetry, doesn’t it?  de Groot found the inn by chance on a trip to research the famous Chartreuse liqueur and endeared himself to the women who ran it.  He stayed with them for months, coming and going with the seasons and writing down local recipes that had never been written down before.  It was the cuisine of the place and the seasons and de Groot loved the idea of both.  He was an enormous proponent of food in place and of the season and the recipes in the book capture that place perfectly.

It was a cold and rainy day as I went on my goose chase. I took a detour and got lost in the Alpine valley of La Grande Chartreuse near the village of Saint-Pierre-de-Chartreuse and L’Auberge de l’Atre Fleuri.  What these divine ladies do with eggs and cheese is worth the price of the book, and the stories –– well de Groot makes you feel like you are there –– he’s a splendid writer.  I was having too much fun revisiting the book, no matter that there were no goose recipes for me there.


Returning to the task at hand after my virtual visit to Auberge, I reached for another volume of his called Feasts for All Seasons, I just knew he would have what I wanted.  This book actually preceded Auberge by a few years but the same principals are in evidence (don’t worry, I’ll revisit Auberge again and tell you more about de Groot –– he was quite a character). It was written in the 60’s and the recipes have that feeling about them –– caught as they were between the style of classic French cuisine and the soon to be hot international savor our food was to transition to –– with a little 60's supermarket mentality thrown in (although de Groot lived in Manhattan and had unusual ingredients at his fingertips he was writing for the general public and had to make concessions in authenticity for the less adventurous). 

In the chapter, “The Family Meals of the Fall” I found a perfect recipe for my goose, he calls it La Garbure.  It was nestled between New Orleans Jambalaya and Moorish Lamb Couscous.  


He says it is a famous peasant dish from the Pyrenees and includes the direction that it should be thick enough that the ladle stands up in the stew –– cooked and served in a toupin (this would have been stuck in the back of the fireplace to cook low and slow - Le Fanion in NYC has them). I have made some changes like using a smoked goose  (but I warmed it in fat so it became like smoked confit).  

It wasn’t a cassoulet in the classic sense since de Groot made it with green beans and not dry beans and it is soupier in a way, but when I did a little research I found the original French version used fresh white beans or dry… so I threw in some cooked dry beans and added cabbage that was as ubiquitous as root vegetables in the many recipes I found.  I think de Groot wouldn’t have minded the changes since he recommends using what you have to make it (he chose the peculiar addition of green peppers which I decided to skip—this was the 60’s after all). When making garbure (and many other things) I agree with my friend Ken Albala … use the recipe as a guide.  You need not adhere to the ingredients like they were written on stone… use what you want.  I do recommend those chestnuts.  They give it a soft, warm je ne se quoi.

This has always been a soup of the country… of Gascony and the Basque region… the name Garbure probably came from the Spanish garbias meaning stew.  The most famous version is from Béarn (yes, as in Bearnais, although the sauce didn’t come from there!) in the Pyrenees Mountains and was served in 2 courses with the soup coming first –– spooned over the bread slices, and the meat as the main course with served with cornichons and salad and sometimes with pickled hot pepper. 

I could imagine it working in great Aunt Amelia’s kitchen superbly… and it’s a great way to avenge my white-feathered nemesis’ attack so long ago… lots of cooked goose!!!


La Garbure (serves an army… 10 easily)

2 legs and 1- ½ breast, 1-½ thigh from a smoked goose from Schiltz Goose Farms (save the rest for later… or use it all if you would like… this baby has a lot of meat
4 cups goose or duck fat  OR use 6 pieces of homemade duck or goose confit.

2 slices bacon or a bit of pork belly or Ventreche (it needn’t be smoked because the goose is)

salt (won’t be necessary if you are using smoked goose which is salted) and pepper

1 dry chili pepper
3 cloves of garlic
2 m carrots

A solid chunk of roast meat OR remains of pork butt OR ham hock OR Toulouse sausage* OR Keilbasa OR smoked pork chops  –– OR a mixture of any or all of them, whatever you have around or are in the mood for… I read that this soup would sit at the back of the fire for weeks or months in its toupin and that things would be continually tossed into it so that it was constantly evolving… a nice idea.

1 lb green beans, tipped and trimmed (or fresh limas or the traditional fresh, shelled white beans) and/or
1 cup white beans, soaked and cooked till softened (I would do more, perhaps double at least 1 ½)
1 lb baked and shelled chestnuts (I used a jar of cooked French chestnuts)
2 large Leeks or 4 small (white part) in 1” lengths (use one for the stock and one for the soup)
1 lb small boiling potatoes
1 small Savoy cabbage, shredded
2 m white turnips, peeled and cubed (about 2 pounds)
1 bottle Beaujolais
2 T chopped marjoram and thyme
1 bunch parsley, chopped

Slices of toasted bread… with garlic herb butter, even better.

If serving in 2 courses, serve the meat with cornichons and salad with a light vinaigrette.


Cut the goose into breast pieces, legs and thighs and remove the meat from the bone. Reserve the bones… break them into smaller pieces. Reserve the skin for cracklings –– they are sooo good!   Melt the fat in a deep skillet.  You can add any fat from the goose to the pot and render it as you go, then remove what remains.  Add 1 breast and the legs and thigh and cook over a very low heat for 1 hour (reserve the rest, or use it all if you would like –– this goose had a lot of meat).  Skip this step if you are using your own confit.

Remove from the fat when cooled somewhat –– leave fat clinging to the meat. If you want a rich broth… use the fat that will pool on the goose meat… otherwise leave it on the plate when you put the meat in the soup. Adding it will make it very rich (you can save it and add it later if you are worried about the fat).

Sauté the bacon in a large pot (around 10qt) until it is brown and has rendered a good coating of fat.  Sauté the leeks and garlic.

Add 2 c of the red wine and bring to a boil for a few minutes.  Add enough water to come halfway up the pot and bring to a boil (I used the whole carcass so used about 3 QT that gave me 2 Qt of stock).

Add the bones and the ham hock and hot pepper and simmer for 3 to 5 hours until you have a good stock (I usually do it till the meat falls off the bones to get what I like and that took 5 hours). Remove the ham hock and the goose bones. Discard the bones and remove the meat from the ham hock and reserve.

Skim the fat (I did this the day before and let it cool and then removed the fat and brought the stock up to a simmer).

Add the turnips, bring to a boil and reduce to a simmer and cook for 20 minutes.

Add the potatoes, halved, the leek split and careful washed and cut into 1-inch pieces.  Add the scraped carrots, cut into chunks. Bring this to a boil and then reduce to a bare simmer for 30 minutes. Then add the salt (with the smoked goose you don't need it) and pepper.

Fry the sausages if they are raw. Prick them and brown them to loose some of the fat.  Leave the meat in big chunks if you are using it and add it and/or the sausages to the pot. 

Put the green beans and chestnuts and cabbage into the pot and add the confit and meat you have harvested from the ham hock and cooked dry beans and cook another 30 minutes at a bare simmer.  Sprinkle with fresh herbs.

Remove the large pieces of meat and sausage.  You can either serve these separately on a platter as it is traditionally done, and place mostly vegetables in your individual soup bowls and ladle the broth over them or slice into bite-size pieces and return them to the tureen and ladle them out together.  Either way, put 2 T of red wine into each bowl before ladling the soup and serve with toasts.


Toulouse Sausage

1 pound ground pork
1/8 lb pork belly, finely chopped (a processor works well for this)
1/8 c white wine
1 T Madeira ( Boston Bual from the Rare Wine Co.)
1 t salt
1 t sugar
½ t pepper
small clove garlic, minced
¼ t nutmeg
pinch of sage and thyme
1 2’ length of sausage casing

Combine all the ingredients and let sit in the fridge for an hour.  If you don’t have a sausage stuffer, use a pastry bag and fill the casings with the mixture but it takes a strong hand.  Tie the sausages off at 6 or 8” lengths and put in the fridge, uncovered to dry for a few hours.


 



 Roast Goose

1 goose(you can order one from Schiltz Goose Farm)
1-2 T madeira (Boston Bual from Rare Wine Co. is perfect

3 T hazelnut oil, frozen
1 T heather honey
2 T chopped fresh herbs

s&p

1 cup red wine
3 T Madeira
½ c demi-glace

Put the goose in boiling water for one minute and remove, Turn it upside down and do it again.  Remove, pat dry and rub with madeira put in the fridge on a rack, uncovered overight.

Heat the oven to 325º 

Remove, salt and pepper the bird.  Stuff the frozen hazelnut oil, honey and herbs under the skin of the breast. Place the bird on the rack, breast side down.  Roast it for 1 1/2 hour. Remove from the oven and remove the accumulated fat.  Turn it so the breast side is up and cook another 45 min to hour.  Check it to see if it is done…if the drumstick meat feels soft when you push on it,  you are ready.  If it is, turn the oven up to 400º and remove the bird.

Transfer the bird with the rack to a jellyroll pan and let roast for 15 more minutes to crisp the skin.  Remove the liquid/fat from the roasting pan while this is cooking. Separate the fat from the juices.  Deglaze the pan with the red wine and Madeira.  Pour back the lovely juices you have separated from the fat and add the demi-glace.  Adjust the seasoning and serve with the sliced goose (which should have been resting 10 minutes while you do this).  If you would like a thicker sauce, add a few T of flour to the sauce… make a slurry with some red wine and add to the sauce, stir till thickened.


My friend David Solmonson over at 12 Bottle Bar asked me to come up with something that fits the bill for a holiday drink.  I pulled a few books out (real and virtual) and settled on one that David of 12 Bottle Bar had sent my way, the  Café Royal Cocktail Book from 1937.   I was feeling color and went for drinks with red in it. 

When I found the Pink Rose I asked Petunia, my St. Bernard, her opinion (she was hovering since it was past her walk-in-the-park time) and she said “woof”  (which is an expression we use in the film business when we move things to camera… when it’s where you want it, whoever’s looking through the lens says ‘woof’).  I knew I was on the right track.  The picture above is an homage to her good taste. 

Something about pink froth seems right for the holidays.

You see, I love pomegranates and pomegranate juice.  When I found out grenadine was made from them, well I was shocked… it tastes nothing like it.  I found a recipe to make it and decided I was going to give it a go one day… that day has come.

As you see, the recipe couldn’t be easier and it’s so wonderful to look at.  I did change it a little since the grenadine was so delicious…. I had to have a little more of it!



Petunia’s Pink Rose (2 small or 1 large drink)

1 egg white
2 T grenadine (recipe follows, its the best you ever tasted!)
2 T cream
2 t lemon juice
2 T to 4 T gin to your taste

I don’t have a cocktail shaker so I whipped the egg white with a mixer till a loose meringue formed.  Then,  I put the rest in a jar and shook it like mad.  I combined them gently and voilá,  Petunia’s Pink Rose.  I also made a star out of the grenadine in the center.

Enjoy it for the holidays!!


Grenadine (this makes about 1 ½ cups)

1 c pomegranate juice (about 3 pomegranates should do it or buy the juice)
1 c unbleached sugar
1 oz pomegranate molasses
1 or 2 drops Aftelier Petitgrain or 1 t orange blossom water

Heat the juice just enough to melt the sugar… keep it low so you don’t lose the fresh flavor. DO NOT BOIL! Add the molasses and dissolve and then add the petitgrain or orange flower and you are good to go.  Some people advise adding vodka to give it staying power… it is fresh juice after-all.  I say… use it all up for a party… you’ll be glad you did!!!







For the best chef gifts, go visit Aftelier, she has the best essences on the planet and I use them ALL the time from Bergamot to rose to jasmine and fir... they make magic!  This is an unsolicited recommendation... just love to share great things (and she's having a holiday sale!).

Thanks to Gollum for hosting foodie friday!


22 comments:

Food, Fun and Life in the Charente said...

My parents used to have 3 geese on their smallholding in Zimbabwe. My mother hated them, they used to chase her and mess over the verandah and steps. She finally convinced my father they would be better in the cook-pot!!
I love goose, but the cost here is ridiculous, even duck is way beyond our pocket. I think everything has gone up for Christmas. We just may end up with a pork roast that I have in the freezer. I can always dream that it is goose :)
That Petunia's Pink Rose looks good as well, I have all the ingredients for that.
Love the photos of the St Bernards, My Mum had a pair in the late 40's that she bred from. Beautiful puppies.
Take care Diane

SavoringTime in the Kitchen said...

Swans are vicious too! There used to be a family that lived on a golf course we used to play and they would attack the golf carts. I haven't made a goose at Christmas since my step-father passed away. He loved goose so I would always make one turkey and one goose since the pickins are so slim on a goose - but delicious. Fabulous meal and cocktail! Oh my, those sausages look wonderful too.

I didn't know you had ties to Wisconsin - or did I just forget?! That home sounds like it was gorgeous and what a shame it didn't stay in the family. Grafton is only about 30 minutes north of Milwaukee.

Is that your sweet pooch? What a face!

DavidS said...

I don't think I've ever had goose -- but I now I want it more than ever! It sounds just simple and sublime.

Deanna B. said...

Geese are vicious. One attacked me while I was jogging a few months ago. I do not like living birds of any variety. This is definitely going on this list of recipes we're debating about making for Christmas.

T.W. Barritt at Culinary Types said...

Okay, the goose sounds sumptuous, but I am all over Petunia's Pink Rose. That is one frothy celebration in a glass! Gorgeous!

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Oh, this was such a great read dearest Deane; I TOO HAVE HAD ENCOUNTERS WITH THESE DEVILS!! At the Minnesota Zoo, some gander came up behind me and was ready to take a chunk out of my a@#%, but luckily my brother-in-law SAVED ME! Then on my way to work one day, a family of geese were walking across the road. I was in a hurry, and they were not. I honked my horn and the head goose HONKED BACK with its tongue wiggling about! THE CHEEK OF IT!

You are TALENTED, FUNNY, WICKEDLY EDUCATED And I just adore you. THANK YOU FOR THE RECOMMENDATION ON JOSEPH CORNELL! I will look him up and ENJOY THE SEASON! BISOUS, Anita

OH! I had goose once, but the woman that made it did not know what she was doing; the bird was floating in about 3 inches of FAT!!!!! EEEEWWW!

Felicia said...

That goose and garbure look wonderful -- so h! earty, such a sense of place and tradition behind them! And that drink does look gorgeous! Lovely stories,too.

La Table De Nana said...

Petunia is the cutest name for a St Bernard..and what a beauty you have there..Where is the barrel?

Your old world photos still enchant me..and tales of Amelia too:)

I thought of Susan when I saw Wisconsin~~:)

Happy Holidays~

Thanks for all you share~

Erika Beth, the Messy Chef said...

Everything looks great from the sausage to the cocktail. Your place must smell amazing around Christmas! Hope you're doing well!

Erika Beth, the Messy Chef said...

PS Geese are mean! (Your story was cracking me up.)

Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella said...

You poor little thing! I was the same way about turkeys-it didn't bite me but it gobbled and chased me and I couldn't look at them for the longest time. Your roast goose looks divine! I made one last year for Christmas and it was delicious-I stuffed it with mashed potato and there was such a huge space within the cavity!

Barbara said...

Hah! I love that first photo. They are nasty creatures and deserve to be eaten. :) We used to have one every New Year's Day. My grandmother did goose to a turn, but I do remember it was quite fatty. Nice to read about Schlitz Goose Farms...if we weren't going away this year, I'd order one. Perhaps next year. There's nothing better. I wonder if I have her recipe anyplace? I'll have to search.
Your goose looks divine. I love the Madeira with it.
And I loved reading about your farm experiences as a child. Every child should have a chance to spend time on a working farm. There are so few left.
Wonderful photos, Deana, and I am drooling over Petunia's Pink Rose. Right up my alley.

Claudia said...

I do recall fighting swans for berries as a toddler. And your memories of the farmhouse, of your aunt... they are my husbands from Cambria, WI. Where the farm was the best amusement park for young children.. and filled with real hidden dangers (there was this bull). I've never made goose - I do have a Bambi diet - and love to hear the wings flapping as flocks fly over my head on their southern journey. But that perfectly browned goose as well as my proximity to South Dakota may change all that. May December days be merry and bright for you!

5 Star Foodie said...

Awesome to make your own sausage! The roast goose looks outstanding, and I do love the sound of that cocktail too!

Mary said...

What an information packed post. Your cooked goose looks delightful as do the sausages. I'm am always awed by the depth of your foodknowledge. It's a pleasure to visit here. I hope you have a great day. Blessings...Mary

Emily Vanessa said...

You can tell how much I love your writing because I don't really eat meat but still enjoyed reading this post. And I learned that grenadine comes from pomegranites, how amazing! You know, I truly envy your book collection and fabulous drinks, you must be an incredible hostess. Funnily I was going to ask for a photo of Petunia and here she is - simply gorgeous. Hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Faith said...

I'm a little scared of geese...my brother was attacked by a swan when he was younger (terrible really, but it's hard to say without laughing since it sounds so ridiculous) and I was nearly attacked by a wild turkey. Not a goose, I know, but still close enough, lol. Eating them, however, is a different story altogether, and your roast goose looks nothing short of magnificent. Loved the memories you described in this post, Deana.

Laura@Silkroadgourmet.com said...

Where to begin?

It all looks so fantastic!

Roast goose
Toulouse Sausage
Vegetables, and
Drinks!

All fabulous ideas for the holidays!

As to guard geese. I can attest to their veracity for their mission! My uncle used to keep guard geese on his farm and there was no getting by them without firearms. Seems like it is a quality shared by many other bird species - hence the use of a peacock for the same purpose. they used to have guard peacocks at Cathedral St. John the Divine when I was a student at a nearby college. . .

Happy Holidays!

Laura

Linda said...

Deana....I adored this post. I have smiled the entire time ...you are truly amazing!
Thank you so much for sharing...
Happy Holidays to you and yours...
L~xo

Marjie said...

I love your tales of the farm in Wisconsin. But even more than that, I love Petunia! What a perfect face! She can come play in my yard any time, and I'll feed her almost as well as you do.

tasteofbeirut said...

I remember my brother feeling the geese in the market in France while we were living there; I am not that attached to geese and we were thinking of having one for Xmas but they do not deliver that much meat. The sausages and the veggies now look fabulous!

Burlap Luxe said...

Anita is such a doll for orchestrating such an event, allowing us to see France through everyone elses eyes and mind thought. You have given such beauty to history and dinning. I will be back to visit soon.

Thanking you for your beautiful visit and gracing my place with a comment.
xx
Dore