Thursday, October 29, 2009
My latest fantasy? A Peking Duck cart, set up smack in the middle of Times Square. I can't stop thinking about it; there's a place out in Flushing that sells wonderful squares of crisp duck skin tucked into little buns with scallions and a squiggle of Hoisin sauce for a dollar. It's a luxurious snack, and if you set one up in midtown Manhattan there would surely be lines around the block.
Laurie, Margy, Nancy and I bought the buns, and then went back and bought more. As we devoured the rich little tidbits we began designing the cart, the signage, even the uniforms. We named it Duck U, and for an entire evening convinced one another that we really were going into the duck business. By the next day the fantasy had faded. Still, for about an hour every day the idea comes floating back, and I find myself dreaming of ducks. Or at the very least, dreaming of eating those extremely delicious little duck buns.