CHICKEN CONFIT GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH

[ezcol_1third] IF LIKE ME, YOU'RE TURKEY-LESS OR DUCK-LESS, DON'T LET THAT STOP'YA GRAB YOUR NEAREST LIMBS OF ANY SORTS AND GO TO TOWN! [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_2third_end][/ezcol_2third_end] [ezcol_1third]  [/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end][/ezcol_1third_end] [ezcol_1half] Life is going through some dramatic, if not crazy, changes.  And I'm mastering the art of adaptation.  I know I threw a bomb out last post without any proper context, and perhaps have gotten some friends worried.  I thank you all for the comfort, support, and unrelenting kindness that you gave this stranger who talks on the screen.   It is a compassion that I may even lack in comparison, embarrassingly, and such realization has helped pulling myself away from my emotional blackhole in a strange way, shown me perspectives.  If that makes any sense.  Still a bunch of gibberish, I know. I promise I will explain everything next week. Meanwhile, holy shit, Thanksgiving was last week?  Where have I been

Creamy Duck Rillette

The other night during my thrill-less routine of midnight internet-surfing, I came across an article about the mysterious effect of mind has on physical wellness.  You know, happy people healthy life kind of thing.  (By the way Hello, my name is Mandy and I'm a hypochondriac.  Those who are just here thinking there'd be "better-than-Paris" duck, feel free to skip and scroll right to the bottom

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