RecipeMuncher

There was a time when the idea of eating duck wasn’t something I was interested in.  It’s not that I  was avoiding it.  To some extent, duck hadn’t been a part of my life, excluding the mallards allowed to quack freely around a neighbor’s yard when my boys were in diapers and obsessed with poking their chubby baby fingers through the fence, tempting the ducks.  My mother never prepared it because her mother never prepared it.  I don’t think I ever saw it in an (...)