Someday, I shall delve into the interesting statistics of the duck dinners. It all started in Vancouver's West End at an impromptu visit to a dollar shop after eating with friends. The original ducky now travels with a cohort and a message book in a tiny canvas bag. That has been sitting in silence in the apartment all winter while we were Mexico. I did find photographic evidence of the original sitting here on a souvenir shelf during a summer ten years ago.
Today, we invited the guys over for 4:00 pm. We'll actually see what time the West-Enders walk in the door though. LOL
Jay has made a maqluba. Yet, we are having rather international fare as he also made a 3-leche cake for dessert. I am in charge of no nonsense cocktails today, as I will simply volunteer a bottle of fine, Mexican tequila for shots. (Sounds more a frat house than a sophisticated lounge, doesn't it?) There's that or a pick of 16, 6-month-old bottles of stout that I brewed last fall.
I will add the yet-un-taken photos in tomorrow's entry.
[Editor's note: The guys from Vancouver arrived at 3:50. I'm sorry to have brought their on-time arrival into question.]