Pork belly or decadent chocolate mousse dessert. Which would you choose?
The answer's easy. My next question is WHY?
I had a bizarre dining experience this evening -- all my own fault, I might add. The restaurant was lovely -- Delizia Cucina in Seddon -- even if the menu choices were perhaps a little off-beat (rabbit, quail, the aforementioned pork belly).
I don't know what I was thinking when I ordered pork belly. I was entranced by the notion of poached plums to accompany, and in my mind the pork would be a lean fillet. Turns out I was very wrong. OK, so I'm an idiot. The pork belly arrived and it was . . . well . . . let's say I could not bring myself to eat even one mouthful. It simply oozed great chunks of pork fat and crackling (was there any meat at all?). I'm sure it was cooked to perfection, but I'm afraid I sent it back dissected, but otherwise untouched. All my own fault, I told them. Seriously embarrassed.
Anyway, they were really nice about it and offered me a free dessert to compensate. Totally unecessary and I did protest, but they insisted. (I was definitely going to eat dessert, but was more than happy to pay for it.)
Which brings me to the decadent chocolate mousse dessert. This was seriously yummy, and a generous portion. And I ate it in entirety.
But I couldn't help looking at it and wondering why I could devour the dessert (and all its associated fat), yet the thought of even one mouthful of pork belly made me gag.