Chou cavalier

Smoke and pork fat in the pot liquor. Everything else is garnish.

A hock simmers for hours and hands over salt, gelatin and smoke.

Long-cooked greens go flat. The splash at the end wakes them up.

The bread is a sponge for pot likker. That is the whole point of it.

Bitter leaf against a pulse that is only earth. Same pot, same hour.

Sweated first, it sugars the broth before the leaf turns it green.

Sulfur in the pot base holds up across a two-hour braise.

Pepper vinegar on the table exists for exactly this reason.

Bitter leaf under a blend that is already bitter; they cancel into savoury.

Shredded fine and thrown into hot garlic fat. The bitter leaf is the only green on the plate.

Bitter greens on sour bread: two vegetal registers, no sugar between them.

Smoke without a pig. Same phenols, none of the fat.

West African move: ground nut thickens the pot and softens bitterness.

Salt-cured citrus does the vinegar job slower and with more perfume.

Fermented bean stands in for the hock. Same salt, same funk, no pig.

Barrel vanillin over pork-braised leaf reads as caramelised onion.