Funny how my brain works. Like one time I unlatched a screen from the second story window of our home and jumped out and landed in the bushes.
I was three years old.
Another time I thought it’d be “cool” to take a black permanent marker to my Donny Osmond doll. But what’s even more disturbing is that I had a Donny Osmond doll.
Fast forward about 30 years later. My brain is still short-circuiting and doing the strangest of things. But luckily they don’t involve bodily injury or staining Mormons.
Today I had a huge chunk of duck rillette in my fridge. I also had oil, corn tortillas and fresh salsa.
I think you can see where I’m going with this.
Small tortilla triangles went into hot oil in a skillet until golden brown, pieces of rillette went on top of those chips and then salsa went on top of that. And can I tell you something?
ABSOLUTELY FREAKING FANTASTIC.
I mean, like, really freakin’ awesome.
And trust me, I’d even use the real F word if my mom wasn’t a reader of this blog.
So there you have it. Duck Rillette Nachos.
Am I strange? I mean, it’s like carnitas, no? Can we still be friends?