Tonight a friend dropped by, with a cooler bag full of frozen organic chicken carcasses, duck fat and two pots of what he believes to be demi-glacé. He fell in love with woman from Istanbul and is following his heart to Turkey, where he will teach English for a year. That meant, amongst other things, that he had to clean out his freezer and as the man used to be a linecook at Canoe, and other Toronto fine dining establishments, it was quite the freezer.

So much so that I have no idea what to do with the bounty. My own freezer is overflowing, so I’ll either have to purchase a larger model, something that has been on the cards for quite some time, or get creative. Mr. Stephenson, are you in need of a tub of duck fat?