Oh, the life of a bachelor. Canned food.
Of course, if you’re this bachelor, it’s duck confit from a can. Don’t cry for me, Argentina. Er, Prague.
Yep, duck confit and these sprouts that I have told you about before were dinner on Sunday night. Crackly skin, puffy almost candied chunks of garlic and a good Pinot made the night quite enjoyable. It almost made it easy to forget the fact that my family was just minutes away from some of the best BBQ in the world. Almost.
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