Grandma got me started plucking out all the feathers and showed me how to pull against the grain to make them come out a little easier. While I was plucking the duck, she was getting a large pot full of water to boil. Then she added a couple of large chunks of wax to the water and when I’d gotten enough of the feathers off, she showed me how to dip the duck and coat it in wax. We let it cool and harden, then peeled all the wax off and voila: a perfectly cleaned duck. It looked like something you would buy at the grocery store. I will never forget that first duck: Grandma cooked it special just for me and made Duck à l'orange. It was a wonderful duck, I wish I could remember how wonderful it actually tasted, but all I can remember is eating every last bite of that duck.