Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Captain's Log, Stardate 11.11.2009

I discovered pate sometime after college. I never ate much (if any) French food growing up, and never even heard of pate except that I read about it in a novel. I think it was one by Betty Neels.

Anyway, I saw some at the store. You might know what I’m talking about—a nice slice of a pate loaf, all pinky with speckles, in shrink wrap, in the deli section along with all the fresh cheese assortments.

My first taste was absolute heaven. OMG that stuff is like crack.

I don’t know why I like it so much. I mean, it kind of looks like SPAM all ground up and then mashed together.

But then again, I’ve always loved liver, and pate is mostly liver. Oh, and fat. And I’ve always loved fat, too. :)

So anyway, I’ve been feeling sick, and I usually resort to comfort food when I’m not feeling well. So while I had abstained from eating pate (I think I haven’t had any in over a year), I bought some and some French bread a few days ago. Yummy!

The best is when I toast the bread and then spread the pate on the hot bread. Mmmmm…

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