One fine morning in the duck blind in eastern Arkansas we were joined by a good friend who was a restauranteur in Forrest City. He loved to cook more than hunt ducks and would often go with us just to cook our breakfast. This particular morning he had a couple armloads of stuff loaded into the boat headed to the blind, including a small charcoal grill. By about 9 a.m. he said it was ready and we wanted to eat it while it was hot. He had made duck "rolls". They were absolutely the most heavenly duck blind breakfast of my life. Filleted mallard breast meat, sliced thin, and rolled up in the right "direction" to bite through tenderly, with ground sausage and cream cheese rolled into them before grilling. I'll never forget them, and make them occasionally for myself and friends. Just wonderful.
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