Showing posts with label slow-roast pork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label slow-roast pork. Show all posts

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

16 October - underdone burgers and leftover pork

For lunch today I cooked some homemade burgers - fried them for a few minutes each side, then popped them under the grill topped with mozzarella. I put them on the plate with a nice big pile of salad (lambs lettuce, pea shoots and beetroot). When I cut into mine though, I realised it was really underdone - not just 'rare', but completely cold and raw inside. Although it was really fresh mince, it was too underdone to be appetising, so I had to scrape the burgers off the plates and pop them in the oven for a bit to cook through. They came out a bit better, but I'd rather gone off the whole thing by then.

Tris headed off to London this afternoon for a week with work, so I had my first lone supper of a week of cooking for one. There was a chunk of cold roast pork from yesterday and some cabbage. For a bit of a change, I decided to braise the cabbage - cooking it long and slow in a bit of chicken stock with a knob of butter, tightly covered for almost an hour. It came out wonderfully nutty-tasting and made a lovely warming supper with the pork and the leftover gravy poured over the top.

Sunday, 16 October 2011

15 October - a ploughmans and slow-roast pork

After a morning watching sport on the telly again, we went out for a wander and some lunch down by the harbour. We headed to the Pump House for a couple of gourmet ploughmans; Tris had traditional cheddar, but I went for mackerel pate that came with beetroot salad, apple, leaves and a lovely big hunk of bread, all presented on a big wooden board. It looked great and the pate was delicious.

Dinner was inspired by Lorraine Pascal's Home cooking made easy - slow-roast pork cooked all afternoon, with a handful of roast veg (carrots, parsnips, shallots and garlic) and some cabbage, plus of course, some gravy made from the pan juices. I was a bit dubious when the joint came out the oven looking a bit dry, but once it'd been rested for a bit, it just pulled apart with a fork - wonderfully juicy and tender and with some great crunchy crackling.