Rillettes de canard
Despite my misanthropic tendency to ignore the doorbell, I opened the door to a delivery man bearing a huge box full of food; my mother seems to think I might either be starving in this gastronomically inferior country, or too poor to be able to afford sustenance, or both. Also we do consider food the best remedy for mild depression, crap weather, colds and flu. It borders on superstition. Whatever ails you, food is the answer. I am hoping to pass down that notion onto my children and my children's children, should I reach financial stability whilst still of childbearing age. I don't want to think about it. But I digress..the fact is that I have been sent a joyfully generous gift of a pyramid of tins and parcels and various delicacies and that I have no-one to share them with. J only really likes pig'ss blood sausage. Girlfriend is eating too many fried carbs as it is - on the other side of the ocean. Other friends live too far away to pop in for dinner. I am condemned to become a fat hermit. Better start now, I guess.