This Week in Food Porn: Rabbit Rillette and Naan Bread Ice Cream

Ah, pleasant the sun, when first on this delightful land it spreads its orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, glistening with dew. Ah, fragrant the fertile earth after soft showers.

In other words: thank fuck, spring is finally here. Which means we can stop eating packet soups and tinned fish because there are flowers on the trees and vegetables in the soil.

Now, you toil not—neither do you spin. But, thanks to our handy and herbaceous round up of the best food photography uploaded to Instagram this week, you can get right up to your knuckles in the sweet smell of delicious without moving more than a couple of muscles.

Bon appetit.

I'm so glad they're finally getting around to the next Three Men And A Baby sequel. Bagsy first bite on Selleck.

Is that…? Is that a naan? Are we currently looking at an ice cream naan? Is that what's happening here? Because, if it is, I'm not angry. I'm not upset. I'm just, well, I'm just a little surprised, that's all.

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A photo posted by R i c a r d o A l v e s (@ricardojca) on Mar 10, 2016 at 2:34am PST

Christ on a bike, I like protein as much as the next man (and the next man may or may not be suing Gawker right now for breach of privacy) but this looks hella lot like a plate of sick sprinkled in nuts, y'all.

Now, it's been awhile since I went to the Guggenheim but I can't say I remember the glowing egg of Sauron hovering above the staircase when I was last there. Also, "sea buckthorn-cream cheese" sounds like something Oscar Wilde would serve up to local magistrates to see which way they swung.

Will this mania for avocado never end? Will we ever see the sun finally set on this epidemic of stone fruit appreciation? Will anybody go back to simply eating cream cheese and sour shavings of Branston pickle? I fucking hope not. I love avocado.

Ah, Midget Gems. Sweeter than music, more tooth-breaking than a right hook from Tyson Fury. Apparently this is a blood orange swiss buttercream and lemon cake but, if you ask me, it's three plates of prawn-flavoured Midget Gems stacked and ready for service.

Whichever way you slice it, there's simply too much discord in the world. So many displaced people, so much suffering, so many contested borderlands, so much needless destruction and death. And yet, from our plates—from the hummus on our bread to the tomatoes in our fields—we disagree on so little.

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental. In fact, a kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat, or help you at the automat. But salt? Now salt is a girl's best friend. From a crusty ocean shore scattered with chips to a crunchy cocktail rim held against your lips, yes. Yes, my friends, salt is a girl's best friend.

Oh I SEE what you've done here. Very clever. Very clever indeed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just pull this dusty old tome off the shelf while my false bookshelf slides aside to reveal … Yes! Some actual tomatoes.

In the words of smooth-faced, sweet potato-muscled men in the driving seat of shiny navy cars along clifftops wearing cashmere sweaters with just a couple of wrinkles and strong handshakes everywhere, may I say once and for all: rabbit rillettes—they're the best a man can get.