We are leaving in a week…

and here are the things I am currently worried about:

  1. Not being funny in France
  2. Not having enough reading material on the plane*
  3. Nic being frustrated with my incessant questions**
  4. Never in my life finding shoes that are comfortable AND attractive***
  5. Being the potato in the blog title****

*Nic and I have an ongoing argument about real books vs. e-readers. Nic, ever logical, argues that e-readers provide convenience and portability, not to mention expunging the fear of not having enough reading material on flights. BUT. They gots no soul.

**This fear is not specific to France.

***Is there some kind of conspiracy among the manufacturers of athletic shoes to make it a strong possibility that if you wear them, no one will ever sleep with you again, ever?

**** :(

Why Duck and Potato; Potato’s Story

Duck and Potato. Cute, right?

We’re going to France together for our first big adventure as a couple, so blogging about it seemed appropriate. We are children of the internet, after all. We can’t have an experience and not record it!!

Our first trip is to France, so a blog called Duck and Potato seemed appropriate, because duck and potatoes is 70% of the French diet (how are they not fatties? Just one of the many fascinating mysteries to be uncovered here at Duck and Potato).

Additionally, the name corresponds very well to the two people behind the blog. Though Potato has some serious reservations about it.

*The following conversation has been embellished for humor.

C: Duck and Potato is an adorable blog title, but I’m not being Potato.
N: Why not??
C: POTATO??? That’s horrible!  Who wants to be Potato? Potatoes are like rocks that happen to be semi-edible. And not even pretty rocks.
N: Fine, you can be Duck, I’ll be Potato. Do you have to argue about EVERYTHING?
C: Thank you. And yes.

<some time later>

C: I am Irish and Polish so I guess I should be Potato. Potatoes aren’t so bad, they make an excellent vehicle for BBQ sauce.
N: And ducks are my favorite animal, this fact has been established.
C: That’s true. You love ducks.
N: So you’re Potato and I’m Duck.
C: Arg.

So here we are. Expect jokes, a lot of photos (Duck bought me an amazing camera for my birthday, look for lots of pictures of castles and cheese), and a lot of writing about things we eat and cook.
Duck and Potato, a blog about food and travel.

But mostly jokes. :)

Why a Duck and a Potato?

I’m glad I asked. The potato originated in the New World, just like me and Cat. Once discovered, it quickly traveled across the globe, expanding the culinary experience of those it encountered. Such is our hope for duckandpotato.com

When the potato was having trouble gaining popularity in 18th century France, Louis XVI planted a plot of potatoes and set his most elite guard to watch over it. The local peasants, thinking their king must be keeping something good from them, stole some of the plants and started to grow them themselves. I actually employed a similar strategy when Cat and I first met. Anyway, from that point forward, the potato spread across the French countryside like wildfire.

This might just be Louis XVI receiving a potato.

This might be Louis XVI receiving a potato.

 

“In the course of human history, the potato has been a much greater treasure than gold.”

– Michael Pollan

“How many potatoes does it take to kill an irishman?” I asked Cat as we discussed the name of our blog.

“None,” she quipped, “and I already know that joke. You already told it to me. Why can’t you be funnier?” she asked rhetorically for the hundredth time.

So be it. If my sense of humor isn’t going to pull my weight on our shared blog, then I’ll have to make up for it elsewhere. Technology skills. A computer brain that can remember everything except where I left that damn coffee mug. The ability to speak French in a land where people really don’t speak anything else. And if those don’t cut it at some point in the future, the ability and willingness learn new stuff.

The duck, a migratory water bird, has always been my favorite animal. The word duck comes from the old english duce, which means to dive. Ducks can dive underwater, fly long distances, float happily, and even waddle from place to place. Some ducks are nomadic, seeking out rain. I happen to enjoy all of those things.

Also, maybe even foremost, ducks are delicious. If there is but one passion I have found in this life, it’s cooking and sharing food. And if there’s anywhere in this world that knows how to cook duck, it’s the the sud-ouest of France.

So it seems appropriate for us to kick off this site with a month long trip to this duck adoring region of the world. One week to go, and more to come, so please keep checking back!