I had never tasted chicken confit until a birthday dinner date at a little French bistro in Northeast Portland. Needless to say, my brain melted. I immediately began lobbying for an internship in that same kitchen. That summer, I got my foot in the door, and I came away with another notebook of wonderful recipes and a new appreciation for all things deliciously bitter. This recipe, however, is all about the slow-cooked, fatty goodness that generally comes to mind when one thinks of French cuisine.
I like my sweets to have a little tang to them. This particular ice cream is so rich from the egg yolks with just a little sour kick in each bite. It is absolutely delicious with stone fruits like pluots or apricots or summer berries, and killer when drizzled with a nice balsamic reduction and honey.