Luke can’t cook a lick.

That black lump on the plate is, according to him, some sort of orange duck dish with a frilly name.

Let’s backtrack real quick… Luke Duke suited up in Daisy’s apron, flipped through family recipes, settled on an exotic sounding one, then burned it to a charcoaled crisp.

And, since Uncle Jesse has a strict rule regarding Dukes and the food they don’t waste, Bo doesn’t look too thrilled about supper being ashes tonight.