This time of night is so lonely; it’s strange to check Twitter and see not a single update. Come on, people – am I the only nocturnal one here? In any case, when I take an Internet break after making some headway in this big essay I have due tomorrow, it’s rather jarring to have such stillness. I guess that’s what all these means of communication do to us – they prime us for nonstop barrages of talktalktalk. Good or bad, it’s what I’m used to.
Pork rillette with, from left: crunchy whole-grain mustard, housemade cornichon, sour cherry preserves, eggplant taponade
What I came here to tell you, though, was that this little item was a lot of fun to eat. It came from a summertime trip to Coquette. A rich pork rillette, preposterous in its smoothness, came in a little mound alongside a smattering of different condiments. Kind of a make-your-own gourmet snack. A bit kitschy, but delicious nonetheless. I ended up being happiest with those delightful cornichons when I could enjoy them on their own (and same, oddly enough, with the mustard; I am a very strange, vinegar-inclined girl), but the cherry/pork combo was beyond-words divine, with the cherry’s sweet tartness perfectly suiting the unapologetically velveteen pork.
Hello — very nice food for this time of night.