I have written before about the greatness of a wild mallard breast when perfectly cooked. Likewise, a teal in good condition is the epitome of delicacy. The meat is paler, less bloody and one is an ideal single helping. And they are easy to cook using the pan first, oven after method. As for what to eat with them, keep it simple. It is difficult to get away from the rightness of eating ducks with citrus. They need that tang. But I do not believe that teal need a sauce, only a simple salad with peppery leaves, neatly cut orange — blood orange is aesthetically lovely — and a light dressing. Do put on a large pan of sautéed new-season potatoes, too, because these are indeed tiny ducks.
Only once have I witnessed the early morning beauty of a teal flight. I am West Country born and discovered the great county of Suffolk late on, working at a food festival in Aldeburgh. My husband was invited by our hosts to get up at dawn to shoot teal among the marshes near the town. This landscape was a revelation. So accustomed to a backdrop of woodland, chalk downlands and a damp sou’westerly atmosphere while shooting, here we were in dry cold, hidden among tall reeds at a horribly early hour. Fast-flying teal are a tremendous challenge — proper shooting, remarked my husband. No matter. I was drinking in the gorgeousness of the morning, the highlight being the moment when the ox-blood red sails of a barge passed silently a little distance away, the boat hidden by reeds. So eerie. Yet what of the endgame, the tiny ducks themselves? Worth the discomfort of crouching on the only dry bit of ground available for what seemed like hours? Definitely.