“Schubert at dinner” – me
by richibi
““Schubert at the Piano, ll” – Klimt“ (1899)
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June has been too hot for words
here, therefore my hiatus, along
with other physical and emotional
tribulations
but someone sent me something
today that made me think I should
return to my literary preoccupations
I’ve been fussing about my kitchen
rather, making soups, biscuits,
muffins, learning about basic, and
trying out unusual, taste
considerations
coconut rice with lime, for instance,
perfect for seafood and summer
presentations
pan-roasted pork tenderloin in a
whisky, mustard preparation, for
one’s incontrovertible delectation
you need to sear the tenderloin in
oil first, salt and pepper of course,
turning to brown all indentations
then smear with a whipped up
mustard and butter blend, lower
heat, cover, listen to this Schubert,
meanwhile, revelation
one of several transcendental
sonatas he wrote before he died,
a too early death, considering his
sublime cultural donations
he was 30, too young to die, to
produce what would’ve surely
been otherworldly musical
creations
when the meat’s cooked, set it
aside, keep warm, loosely
covered, increase heat, add
diced shallots, soften for
several fragrant inhalations
add as much whisky as you
want, though too much, I
found, will defeat your taste
expectations, though not, of
course, your degree of
inebriation
bring to a boil, reduce to a glaze,
lower heat, add cream to the
mustard, butter, shallot, whisky
agglomeration
gently cook sauce till it clings
to a spoon, I add the pork then
to the pan to return it to my own
doneness specifications
with coconut rice, you’ll serve
an unadulterated celebration
with Schubert’s D894, whether
cooking or dining with it, an
utterly existential affirmation
have fun
Richard
psst: serve with wine
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