Coming home one night, with not much to eat, as we hadn’t gone food shopping in weeks, I took out a can of foie gras, BLOC DE FOIE GRAS DE CANARD, that was sitting around in my fridge, a gift from my French relatives that my mother handed to me one time I came to visit a couple years ago. It has been sitting guiltily in my fridge - as I wasn’t sure whether to consume it or give it away. My French childhood memories of eating the luxurious item clashing with my knowledge of the controversial production of said item.
In the end I didn’t want to waste it - as it was to expire later this year. And felt a little homesick for my French family. So I say to justify my hunger.
And so as a last minute dinner idea, I smeared butter on a slice of crusty baguette, added a dab of foie gras and topped it with a boston lettuce leaf. I ate maybe 7 or more, the last three having turned into mini foie gras and lettuce sandwiches, two baguette slices haphazardly coddling rich items. A crumb of foie gras fell off one of my slabs and onto the kitchen floor, which my cat ate up before I could do anything about it,
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