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&lt;span style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px"&gt;It's common knowledge that Thanksgiving's leftovers are the best of the year. A turkey sandwich, piled with cranberry sauce and cold gravy, can cure anything. So our decision to roast a goose was a slight oversight. Geese, unlike their overbreed turkey cousins, do not have ginormous tatas. Our goose easily fed 8 hungry adults, but that was it. There were NO LEFTOVERS!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px"&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; padding: 0px"&gt;It wasn't until Friday morning that I found a glimmer of hope. I had forgotten to add the goose neck and giblets to the gravy. That was all I had; parts, a little cranberry sauce, some goose fat, and a bottle of hard cider. To me, that spells rillettes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; padding: 0px"&gt;&amp;nbsp;First off, I heated some of the cider with a little gelatin and set it in the bottom of a ramekin with the cranberries. Then, it was fat-rendering time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px"&gt;&lt;img id="cid_398691" src="/files/goose_parts1259528472.jpg" alt="That's a goose neck, I swear." hspace="5px" width="285"&gt;That's a goose neck, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; padding: 0px"&gt;The neck, gizzard, heart and liver all simmered away in the fat with a bay leaf, a garlic clove, and some spices for a long time. I'm not sure exactly how long because I was downing the rest of the hard cider. Remember, it was Friday morning, so things were a little hazed, but probably, like, 2 hours.&lt;span style="line-height: 18px"&gt;&lt;img id="cid_398693" src="/files/goose_parts_in_fat1259528547.jpg" alt="Bubble, Bubble..." hspace="5px" width="285"&gt;Bubble, Bubble...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; padding: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px"&gt;I let the confit-ed parts cool, shredded them, and placed them over the cranberry gel. After I woke up from a long nap, it was time to chow down on the goose neck rillettes; quite possibly some of the best Thanksgiving leftovers I've ever had.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img id="cid_398694" src="/files/finished_rillettes1259528599.jpg" alt="Finished Rillettes" hspace="5px" width="285"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 21px"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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