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Fergus Henderson Can Make You—Yes, You—Want to Eat Pig's Feet

September 13, 2016

I can barely hear Fergus Henderson over the blare of sizzling rabbit saddle that spits and blisters in a pot on the stove along with chunks of bacon, shallots, and pucks of garlic. He throws in a long, jiggling rind of bacon fat and a bundle of bay and thyme tied together with string. Next, he stirs in a packet of dark, unctuous Trotter Gear—his new product that hits stores this week.

And there is the magic,” he says. The mixture contains shredded pig’s feet (“the bones, the fat, all the good bits”), peppercorns, herbs, and Madeira.

It's about demystifying the trotter.
Fergus Henderson

This “medley” is the base of so many staple dishes at St. John, Fergus’ iconic London restaurant and one of the first in the city to serve celebrated offal dishes. Now, 22 years after opening its doors, Fergus has packaged up a little of this magic for visitors—artists, great chefs, and other patrons who’ve made pilgrimage from across the globe to sit at the restaurant's plain tables—to take home.

Fergus Henderson in his garden in London. Photo by Issy Croker

The idea of packaged Trotter Gear came to him over a decade ago, but he only recently found a production company willing to follow the “fiddly process”—four or five hours from start to finish—of the exact recipe found inside the St. John kitchen. Now, it is made by Truefoods in North Yorkshire with a focus on premium, organic ingredients. “It’s about demystifying the trotter," Fergus says.

We are at Fergus’ South London townhouse for lunch on the hottest day of the year. We ring the loud doorbell and walk to a large, whitewashed kitchen. Fergus greets us there, his signature round glasses propped on his face and his assistant Kitty Cooper by his side.

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“Coffee for all!” he says straight away. A long table stands in the center, with a stack of spare stools in one corner for surplus guests. Fergus lives in this house with his three children and his wife Margot, the chef and owner of the critically-acclaimed Rochelle Canteen. The kitchen window looks out over a wild, sunny garden bursting with runner beans, flowers, and fresh herbs. A green wheelbarrow is parked in the middle of it.

But people can suffer from pie-phobia. They fear what lies beneath the pastry.
Fergus Henderson

Fergus pours a few glasses of cold St. John Blanc before starting on the pie. There is a lot of discussion about the architecture of the perfect pie. Fergus insists that the pastry should encase the filling so that it’s not merely “a stew with a hat.”

“Come on, show it who’s boss.” Photo by Issy Croker

This particular recipe calls for big, meaty chunks—whole shallots, whole garlic, burly hunks of meat. “The thing with pie is the excitement of what’s in it,” he says. “But people can suffer from pie-phobia. They fear what lies beneath the pastry. A chunky filling means there are no surprises.”

I ask him for some more pie-making pearls of wisdom: “Never rush a pie.” He says. “You have to get all of the ingredients together before they go on their summer holiday. The pastry is womb-like.” Just then, a little flame jumps onto his shirt from the stove. Kitty runs over and they pat it out, leaving a little twist of smoke in the air. “And don’t set yourself on fire,” he adds. “That’s key.”

"They fear what lies beneath the pastry." Photo by Issy Croker

He lets the meat brown and pours in the Trotter Gear. “Trotter improves any stew. It gives it body. They have been braised, which gives it a lovely sticky texture,” he says, placing a lid on the pot. “Cooking is an emotional thing. It soothes you. And so does this sauce.”

Next, he slides two mounds of suet pastry dough onto the table and hands me a rolling pin. The stuff is hard and unyielding, and I push at it weakly. “Come on, show it who’s boss.” When it’s finally rolled flat, he curls it over a dish to make the base. He spoons in the mixture, propping a bony pig’s trotter in the center to hold it all up.

Photo by Issy Croker

While the pie turns gold in the oven, Fergus slices a few pieces of bread and pops open a tub of Welsh Rarebit Mixture, the second product he will be releasing. This classic cheese-on-toast dish is another of St John’s staples. Fergus can often be found at the restaurant with a plate of the stuff in front of him.

He puts it under the grill and we watch it bubble away. It emerges perfectly pocked, the color of brown sugar. Before serving it, he makes a few grooves in the toast and sloshes on some Worcestershire sauce, which cuts sharply through the mustardy, spiced cheese and the crunchy toast.

I tried the worst rarebit in London, and that’s when I started formulating my plan.
Fergus Henderson

We eat it in the garden with a glass of sweet, plummy port. “I was researching rarebit," he tells us, “and lots of the recipes didn’t seem to work. I tried the worst rarebit in London, and that’s when I started formulating my plan.”

This mixture is made with strong Cheddar (“cheese is vital," he says), cayenne pepper, Guinness ale, and a roux of butter and flour to bind it all together. “Cheese on toast is the ultimate comfort food," Fergus remarks. “You like eating cheese on toast in bed watching Game of Thrones, don’t you, Ferg?” Kitty adds. He nods matter-of-factly.

Photo by Issy Croker

“Well, that certainly looks like the perfect pie,” Kitty says, as Fergus brings the dish into the garden. He sits down and nibbles on an overhanging piece of pastry, nodding in approval. We tuck in, which is golden and crisp on top. The meat is salty and soft, bound together by a glossy, thick stock that soaks into the pastry. These are flavors that Fergus would call “steadying.”

“Trotter mix adds a new dimension to pie-making,” he comments, spooning soft potatoes and tender slices of Portuguese cabbage onto our plates. We talk about the possibilities of the mixture – how delicious it would be with fresh pasta, a beef stew, or served on loose polenta. When Fergus sends us away with a couple of packets of the stuff, along with a pot of Welsh Rarebit Mixture, our empty fridge suddenly seems full.

Photo by Issy Croker

As we eat this rich, meaty pie and knock back red wine, the sun beams over the garden. In many other scenarios, this kind of feast would be out of place in such heat. But somehow, in Fergus’ company, it feels right. Like St John itself, it just works.

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1 Comment

md4s April 26, 2017
Why do you suppose men are growing human organs in pigs? Why aren't pigs rejecting human DNA? Could pigs be a cross between wild boar and human being? Wouldn't the pig HAVE to be part human to grow human organs without rejecting them? DON'T EAT PIGS! Cannibals get Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease, the human equivalent of mad cow disease.