I can confidently say that most of the omnivores I know start salivating at the mere mention of pork belly, and grin ear to ear whilst licking their lips when crispy crackling comes into view. I won’t insult your intelligence by denying that I am one of those omnivores, and a certain someone? Well I’m pretty sure he loves pork more than I do because he could happily eat ham sandwiches for lunch everyday. If that’s not love…
But let’s get back to the belly- I was day dreaming about that time we had those infamous Momofuku pork buns and decided to make those dreams a reality. Unfortunately Skyscanner was not finding me any affordable flights to NYC, so feeling adventurous I thought the next best thing would be to just recreate them myself. They look simple enough, right?
Last Friday night we loaded ourselves, a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of wine, and my first ever attempt at a cheesecake, into a taxi headed for the bright lights of Karori- we were heading to a wee dinner party! I love dinner parties, big or small, but it was more appealing since it was still during the post-WOAP eating out ban. This had all the excitement of eating out but technically we were eating in- yus!
We were welcomed by pleasant aromas of a roast something… our only hint as to that something was a text message a couple of days earlier asking “…do you both eat pork?”. After our Ti Kouka feast it could have gone two ways- either completely over pork or even bigger fans. We are firmly in the latter category. Our host kindly presented us with martinis complete with olives or onions, what pros. I’m not sure if they were shaken or stirred but boy did they pack a punch. A sign of things to come…?