Showing posts with label pork belly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pork belly. Show all posts

Sunday, 23 February 2014

and this little piggy...

More speedy suppers. 

One
Roast pork belly with rice and veggies, hot. I ate all the crackling in one go, standing in the kitchen, gnawing on the non-crispy stub until my teeth begged for mercy.

As I tidied & washed up I took out an oven dish and put the rest of a the leftover rice as a bed, with slices of cold pork on top.  Foil over, in the fridge.

Two
Day two, home late, I put the oven on to 200 degrees and bunged in the porky-rice dish, still foil covered. I wandered back after 25 mins or so and cooked some frozen peas to throw over.  The pork had softened up and its fat lubricated the rice.  Gorge-pants.

Three
The last 4 or 5 slices of cold pork went into the oven for 25 mins, on high.  As before, it released its tasty fat and also crisped up the edges.  I cooked noodles (you need more than one sheet, one is never quite enough) with chunky-sliced leeks; drained them, then tipped the noodles & leek into the hot pork dish. A modest glug of toasted sesame oil and a less modest slick of soy sauce perfected it all.  A quick stir then down the hatch.

Disclaimer: if you have a hot lime pickle problem, you will already know that this condiment goes well with all these dishes.  Because lime pickle goes with almost anything if you have a pash on it.

Monday, 7 May 2012

telling porkies

I am having such a good time I almost feel guilty. When I look at this photo I actually get jealous of myself:

The shops open so late on a Sunday that halfway around my walk the gent phoned to say he had been unable to find any bread or eggs, and the only solution was to pop to Cecconis for breakfast.

One duck egg with black truffle and hash brown later, becalmed by an Earl Grey tea, I had to pinch myself. Do people really live like this?  And, given that I felt like the Queen, shouldn't the prices be more queenly, too?

That evening I rolled up my sleeves and made good with the cleaning whilst the gent knocked up something or other.  You can see from the photo what that entailed: Dijon mustard mash, buttery cabbage and a pork belly roasted with thyme and salt.

There is no way to make modest of all this good fortune, so you will excuse me for just enjoying it!