When it was time to eat—actually, it was not time to eat yet, but because the duck and goose Schiller had brought smelled so good, they moved mealtime up to ten in the morning—everyone dug in with gusto.
Without a doubt, the moment Schiller's goose and duck were carved, there was nothing left but the bones. If Wanda had not reacted quickly enough to grab Venom and stop him from swallowing the entire goose in one bite, there probably would not even have been bones left.
The roast duck and roast goose truly lived up to everyone's expectations. This was actually perfectly suited to American tastes: fragrant and rich, dipped in plum sauce and white sugar, sweet and sour besides. It was fatty, tender, and juicy, and both the duck and goose were plump with plenty of meat, so most of the time there was no need to gnaw at bones. If you knew how to eat fried chicken, you knew how to eat this. If the United States had a livestock tradition of raising ducks and geese, this would absolutely have become the most popular Asian snack in America.
Everyone ate until their mouths shone with grease, including Carter, who had been going on all day about managing her figure; Stark, who had to lose weight after eating too many cheeseburgers lately; and Venom, who had polished off a twelve-person lava chocolate cake just the night before.
"I really want to eat Doctor's brain," Venom roared. "Then I could know the recipes for all these delicious dishes!"
"Don't even think about it," Eddie said. "A recipe alone is useless for this stuff. I heard Tony say he experimented at least twenty times, and every time the heat and texture came out different. Do you expect me to roast duck