Henry VIII evidently enjoyed a meal of swan, goose, capon, duck, chicken and lark – each bird being stuffed into the larger one; over the last few days I've done this on a more leisurely basis – the only thing being stuffed was me. Starting with goose on Wednesday evening, followed by duck on thursday evening, a pause on Friday and then onto turkey yesterday. We had a slight detour from poultry with a invitation to brunch today but I'm topping it off with a chicken curry this evening. Maybe it would have been easier to have eaten it all at once like Henry.
Wednesday evening's goose was served in the traditional german way with dumplings and red cabbage which felt wrong. The dumplings aren't the ones we're used to eating in the UK – they're heavier, damper and are just the sort of thing that have served to give dumplings a bad name. I'd have much preferred a roast potato and I suppose if you're going to go to the trouble of roasting a potato, why stop at one? On duck evening, or thursday as some call it, I checked with my companions as to what would be accompanying my duck. Dumplings, I was assured, because you can only serve dumplings with duck; to do it any other way would be like toast without marmite, fish without chips, Marks without Spencer and would just be plain wrong. Assembling my entire stock of courage and all my german language I faced down one german waiter and a tableful of my german friends and proceeded to order potatoes with my duck. The world appears to still be turning and people are still speaking to me. Sometimes you have to take a stand and arm yourself with a potato peeler.