When I get a new idea….I often think of it as a kind of birthing. First a tiny seed takes root and before you know it, it’s walking, living, breathing and even occasionally shouting back at you, forgetting from whence it came. <br /> <br />And so it was with this. First I thought of sardines and their softness in oil and what came to mind was duck confit. And then I knew that the rest was history.

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