It was a month or two ago that I finally got up the courage to pull the trotters out of the freezer and cook them up. There were two options for the feet. I could either cook them in a way to plate them as feet or I could cook them and chop up the meat before plating. For obvious reasons I chose the latter.
I don't remember what recipe I used but the basic method was; shave, boil, mix, bake.
The longest part of the job was getting the hair off the feet. Singing the hairs did not go well. Shaving worked but it took forever. After all the time spent prepping the dish, I was expecting to be wowed.
While looking up recipes for trotters I noticed that the only thing people could say about them was that they were unctuous.
Here's the definition according to TheFreeDictionary.com;
1. Characterized by affected, exaggerated, or insincere earnestness: "the unctuous, complacent court composer who is consumed with envy and self-loathing" (Rhoda Koenig).
2. Having the quality or characteristics of oil or ointment; slippery.
3. Containing or composed of oil or fat.
4. Abundant in organic materials; soft and rich: unctuous soil.
That doesn't sound promising does it?
After the feet were boiled and the meat (and I use that term loosely) was mixed with herbs and packed into ramekins, Limey was starting to get a bit put off. "But it'll be unctuous!" I exclaimed. Surely we wanted to experience something unctuous? Limey just shrugged his shoulders, so into the oven it went.
Now I want to point out that it did taste fine. It was a pretty generic meat taste, nothing particularly great or gross about it. But the texture? Oh it was unctuous all right. Although at that point I was convinced that the word was actually an onomatopoeia. I'm pretty sure that when I briefly held that trotter gunk in my mouth and then stuck out my tongue to let it slide back out, the noise I made combined with the sound IT made when it suctioned back onto the ramekin sounded just like