March 11, 2009

Here, piggy piggy piggy…






Many of you will be aware that the necessitated reabodement of Miss Rose has left little time for baking over recent weeks, so we do apologise for the lull in proceedings you are currently experiencing. We expect things to become more settled soon, and hope to be back in full flight by the end of the month.
We have, however, found a little time to take part in events of the Melbourne Food and Wine festival currently gracing us with its presence. Something I have been trying to get to for some years now is the "Beyond Suckling Pig" night held at La Luna Bistro. If there is one thing you must do when in Melbourne it is to eat here. The restaurant is beautiful, the people absolutely gorgeous, and the food most delicious. I could go on for quite some time about my fondness for all things La Luna, but the reason for our evening visitation last night was this…
"Indulge yourself in Adrian Richardson's gastronomic wizardry with the lip-smacking, versatility of pork at a shared table feast. La Luna's prince of pork will conjure up a banquet of sumptuous pork delicacies. The evening's culinary crescendo will build to the hedonistic suckling pig. Accompanied by premium selected wines this unique evening will conclude with La Luna's divine dessert platter."
What can I say but…

oh. my. god.

And by god I mean Adrian Richardson. That man… Well…
The food was simply divine. A shared feast consisting of salamis, prosciutto, mortadella, lardon, smoky sticky ribs, brawn, cotechino, figs with Danish feta and balsamic, terrine, Bullboar sausages… and that was just to start.
I did manage to refrain from spoiling everyone's evening with too much happy-snappery so you'll have to trust me on how aesthetically and deliciously pleasing these were, but all self control was lost when we were introduced to the main event. Each with a name and ages between one and three weeks old, these succulent babies were so stunningly beautiful we just had to share the experience…



And also provide an example of why I rarely relinquish photographic responsibilities to Miss Rose…





Apparently what can ensue when these are placed whole in front of guests is not pretty, so instead they returned to the kitchen, were masterfully caved for our convenience and served atop cabbagey-carroty goodness with greens, mash and a beetroot salad just to put our omnivorous minds at rest.



Our host then took some time to talk through what we had eaten; explaining where it had come from and how each delicacy was prepared, giving us a short breather before we finished the night with either a pear pudding with vanilla bean ice cream, crème brulee or a particularly luscious chocolate mousse with blackberries. Fortunately our party of three made for convenient sharing of these delectable desserts which were a truly spectacular way to conclude the evening.
So many thanks to our hosts at La Luna. It was everything I had hoped for and more, so I highly recommend that in future if you can, do. Thanks also to Marky Marc, our gracious escort for the evening. 'Twas lovely to meet and greet, and I do hope you get immense pleasure from recounting to all you know and serve what a seriously good porking you had with two lovely ladies last night.
Now finding myself content in the enjoyments of how comfortably food lends itself to smutty innuendo, and thus equally satisfied with the effortless coalescence of my most favourite things in life, I will leave you with a rare image of the almighty consumer near-defeated as I depart to next week's night of cupping (that's coffee, people)…




Adieu