Pate for Breakfast
I made some country pork pate for my holiday potluck party last week.
I hadn’t made it in a while, but it turned out just as good as I remember it.
An even older fond memory is of when I cooked at La Chaudiere in the 1980s.
For breakfast, I often would have a slice of cold pate with French bread and some cornichons and maybe a dab of Dijon mustard.
I’ve been repeating that old custom this week with the leftovers from my party.
Heavenly!
