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The chinese market is the only place Dumplin’ can find pig heads for a decent price. Unfortunately this means waking up early, before work, to get the best picks.
Pigs Head Terrine.
pigs head left in mosque toilet
Brawn
I’m so stoked to eat headcheese sandwiches with homemade bread for the next few weeks weeeeeee!!!!!
Making this was generally straightforward, however removing the hair and eyelashes from the head was a little strenuous and time consuming. I brined it for a day, with salt, sugar, pepper, mace, allspice and bay leaves. My stock had carrots, leeks, onions, celery, a head of garlic, lemon zest, parsley, thyme, allspice, mace, bay leaves, pepper and coriander. Basically you just simmer the head in the stock until the meat starts falling off, take the head out and start picking the meat and fat off by hand once it cools. You put the meat into a terrine dish usually (I didn’t have anything that would fit inside to press it down so I used a pie dish) and you ladle over some of the stock over the meat mixture. Then you put it in the fridge overnight and the gelatin in the stock (which comes when the collagen in the head is cooked and is converted to gelatin) holds it all together like glue! Literally like glue, it took quite a bit of effort of remove the plate that I used to press down the headcheese overnight when I took it out the following morning.
While I was pulling the fat and meat off my porcine friends skull, I meditated on our attitudes towards meat eating in western culture. I thought that one might think of picking meat off a cooked pig’s skull to be a violent and perverse thing. I think the reality is that all meat eating is violent and perverse, it’s just that usually it’s someone else’s job to deal with that part of the process. For me, it was meaningful and made me feel proud to take part in (and “get real” with) the carnal reality of meat production. In a society that is way too ready to just throw things out that are difficult to deal with or are disquieting in some way, I was also happy to use an animal part that’s more often thrown away than not to make something beautiful and delicious.
Before and after!
I think I'll read Lord of the Flies tonight.