In honor of our beloved Double ‘M’
My magniloquent mawkish melodramatic musing must mention the magnificent meal of marinated Muscovy, not Mallard, Mandarin, nor Merganser, not merely manipulated and molded, but memorialized by our merry man-at-arms, mild mannered Manx Man, a modern man with moxie, much maligned yet meritorious, mindfully monitoring and managing the marvelously majestic meat machine, mollifying, modifying, not to mention metamorphosing the mighty muscle morsels, materializing a mondo, mind-blowingly moist and memorable meal, maddeningly melted into our mysterious, magnanimous memory always mindful of his mates and mulish merrymaking misguided miscreants meretriciously masquerading as model mastermind morale mentors, true mental mice, misunderstood meddling, moronic, muttonheaded muckraking malcontents, maligned, mocked with the misfortunate misleading mindset of moldy, muddled minds mummified by mainlining methanol, moonshine, a mélange of miscellaneous malty mishmash or a methuselah of a muted maroon merde meritage , mistaken for a magnum of mouth-fillingly musty yet meaty monocepage of Mendocino merlot, milking the mythical maxim, misbegotten, mournfully misrepresenting the moderate metaphysics of mundane, middle-of-the-road modesty in the make-believe marrow of makeshift mastery of moronic mythomanical mischief
Manx, that is some good looking duck - much better looking than what I did the other night - fingered, floured and fried!