DD and I made one for Christmas a couple of years ago. We followed the Martha Stewart recipe linked below exactly as written and it was delicious. One caution: use a deep-sided pan because you wil not believe how much fat a goose generates. We removed a lot before roasting and rendered it separately. After roasting, the flesh was moist but not really greasy. It's all dark meat and tastes more like pheasant than chicken. Here is a link that might be useful: Martha Stewart's Roast Goose This post was edited by ruthanna on Sat, Dec 15, 12 at 0:29

We killed a goose one year :-0 Step dad expressed a desire for a Christmas goose and we were new in town here. When I saw a note on the community noticeboard advertising geese for Christmas I called and ordered one. On delivery I was handed a wriggling feed sack! DH and I cut its head off quickly with a sharp machete (never did totally get the bloodstains out of the fence ;-) ) and then after we let it hang overnight where 2 yo DD wouldn't find it I took it to a friend who knew (from her farm girl youth) how to draw and pluck a goose. Then I took it up to Mom and step dad's. Didn't actually get to eat any as we always spent Christmas at home due to DH's job.

My stepdad disliked turkey and always wanted a goose for Christmas (which are very hard to get here). When DD was about 3, we moved to the country town where we have lived ever since. On the local grocery store notice board I saw someone had pinned up a card offering geese for Christmas, so I ordered one. On delivery day, the vendor turned up and handed me a hessian sack that was moving. I froze like a deer in headlights. “It’s still alive? What do we do with it?” I quailed. “Your DH has his police revolver, doesn’t he?” the guy joked (police revolvers here are kept securely locked in the station gun cabinet when the police officer issued it is not on duty) as he left. I called a lady I knew who I also knew killed and dressed her own chickens for advice. She advised me to dispatch it, let it hang overnight and bring it over first thing in the morning. Making sure DD was busy playing in her room (not wanting to traumatise her), we took the goose out to the backyard where there was a large tractor tire sandpit that DD played in. We stretched the goose’s neck across the side of the tyres and DH quickly beheaded it with a very sharp machete we used to cut down weeds in the yard (when we moved in it was very overgrown), while I held onto it so it didn’t go wandering around headless in the yard- that was a visual I was keen to avoid. Note: Don’t do this next to a Super-6 fence. Even if you hose off the blood straight away, you’ll always be able to tell where the bloodstains were if you look closely enough. We hung the goose overnight in the (empty) chicken house where DD couldn’t see it. Next morning I took to the lady I knew, who expertly plucked and dressed it for me. I took it to stepdad, who was very pleased, but as we didn’t have Christmas dinner with my mother that year, I didn’t actually get to eat any of it. I haven’t done this again, once was enough :-)

We like a horseradish sauce with our prime rib (which is a once a year indulgence for Christmas). I buy bottled horseradish from the refrigerated section of our grocery store. I mix it with sour cream and add some coarse grain Maille Dijon mustard. The mustard seeds add a nice "pop" to the sauce. No proportions, really, I just taste as I go.