Duck Confit

See this? It’s duck confit and I really, really want some. I can almost taste it. I can almost feel the meat melting in my mouth. I can just about smell it. I can see it falling off the bone. It formed the basis of my favorite meal in France.

Before living in France, I don’t really recall having eaten duck. It’s possible, I suppose, perhaps when I was a kid. But the sense I had of duck was it being a dry, dark meat, nothing like duck confit.

I’ve been looking for it here in the US and found I can order it on Amazon. It’s just ridiculously expensive.

I was told I could special order it at Metropolitan Market. But it’s ridiculously expensive.

See this? It’s duck confit and I really, really want some.

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