Duck a l’orange

One of my strongest memories is of my Mum having dinner parties where she would attempt to make duck a l’orange. This is really one of my first food memories: the smell of burnt orange in the air, my Mum’s really overcooked duck with slightly crispy skin. But the performance of it being brought to the table on a platter and us carving away at it like medieval warriors has always stayed firmly in my food memory. Bringing it back to life in a light, distinct manner and marrying it with the ga