Reader, I eated it
Oct. 11th, 2010 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI had a cockscomb once, but then I ate it.
I cooked it all afternoon, Very Very Slowly, in the residual juices from the rillettes; didn't quite allow it to simmer at all. And then I came over all decisive, scooped it out and ate it.
Mmm. If I say "it's all about the texture," people usually take that to mean "it's actually quite unpleasant," which isn't true at all. Just not very flavourful, beyond what it had picked up from the juices that it cooked in; so it needed to be about the texture. Which was really interesting: a little gelatinous, with a little resistance. I liked it. I think I'll scan the Chinese supermarket, see if they do have a packet in the freezer.
In other news, I was coming up the second flight of stairs just now and glanced down to see Mac on the flight below, staring up at me with an expression of Total Betrayal on his anthropomorphic little face.
I figured that was just me, because, y'know. I hadn't actually done anything appalling...
Until I realised the time. It was barely half an hour before tea-time, and I was Going The Wrong Way. Yup, utter betrayal. And not at all relieved for being repeated Every Single Day. Pure soap to the last bubble: every day, he is equally and appallingly betrayed.
Poor boy. How he do suffer, to be sure.
I cooked it all afternoon, Very Very Slowly, in the residual juices from the rillettes; didn't quite allow it to simmer at all. And then I came over all decisive, scooped it out and ate it.
Mmm. If I say "it's all about the texture," people usually take that to mean "it's actually quite unpleasant," which isn't true at all. Just not very flavourful, beyond what it had picked up from the juices that it cooked in; so it needed to be about the texture. Which was really interesting: a little gelatinous, with a little resistance. I liked it. I think I'll scan the Chinese supermarket, see if they do have a packet in the freezer.
In other news, I was coming up the second flight of stairs just now and glanced down to see Mac on the flight below, staring up at me with an expression of Total Betrayal on his anthropomorphic little face.
I figured that was just me, because, y'know. I hadn't actually done anything appalling...
Until I realised the time. It was barely half an hour before tea-time, and I was Going The Wrong Way. Yup, utter betrayal. And not at all relieved for being repeated Every Single Day. Pure soap to the last bubble: every day, he is equally and appallingly betrayed.
Poor boy. How he do suffer, to be sure.