Monday, November 3, 2014

The Harvest

3 November 2009 Twelve days remaining. So much left to do. The journey of a 1000-miles begins with a single step and at least the first step has been taken, the harvest started. The amygdala was much smaller than anticipated, less than a quarter of an ounce. Must redo the calculations and certainly identify additional sources. Discretion is of the utmost importance. They would not understand. If discovered, they would say I was crazy, a monster. They said Mendel was crazy, refused him the time of day. Today they have changed their tune haven’t they? Today he would get a Nobel Prize. My ambitions are not nearly so lofty. I do however fully expect first place on my debut at the Northwest Food Festival.

Pâté (de Amygdala)
3/4 cup Cognac
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
1 cup minced onion
2 1/2 pounds ground amygdala
12 ounces bacon (8 to 10 slices), finely chopped, plus 14 bacon slices (for lining pan)
3 garlic cloves, pressed
2 1/2 teaspoons salt
2 1/2 teaspoons dried thyme
1 1/2 teaspoons allspice
1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
2 large eggs, lightly beaten
1/3 cup whipping cream
Coarse sea salt
Serve at room temperature with a touch of Dijon and a sprinkling of salt on a baguette.

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2 comments:

Sutton Family said...

Hahaha... so gruesome! Sounds like a good recipe though... Hey, Olive! Come help me with something in the kitchen!

November 4, 2014 at 9:10 AM
Pat said...

Dark. Ingenious! Thank you for the great read.

November 4, 2014 at 11:47 AM

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