While the onions turned into a glossy, sweet-sour delicacy, Oliver and myself couldn’t stop tasting directly from the pot and an odd thought came to mind: why not serve this confit with a little cheese – instead of cheese with a little confit?

Darn it, plans got trashed. Visiting one of your favorite restaurants to celebrate and even trying to make early reservations for an upcoming Saturday sometimes just doesn’t work out.

This sweet sin has the power to convert even the most persistent chocolate and caramel haters into the opposite.