Confit Duck Hash inspired by EatLikeAGirl

Today, over breakfast, my daughter in law Shan told me a story. When she was a little girl, she visited her auntie – her Mum’s sister – in the countryside somewhere in China. Her auntie kept chickens. That year an illness had struck the chickens and all but one hen and one chick had died. Both were very weak. High outside Shan’s bedroom window there was a nest of bees, long bees that looked more like wasps. Shan used to...