I've loved pork rillettes since my family used to holiday in France during the summers of my childhood. I have many happy memories of sitting around the kitchen table in the cottage owned by friends in Parcay-Meslay, spreading rillettes onto slices of baguette with a good sprinkling of salt, accompanied with crunchy cornichons and (when I was older) a glass of wine from an unlabelled bottle courtesy of one of the local vineyards.
