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The pork roast was magnificent. Best one ever cooked in this house. I carefully balanced aromatic herbs and spices to delicately enhance the mild flavour of the roast. And of course I added beer in the hopes of tricking the rednecks into accepting it as ‘their kind of food’.
Didn’t work. Bay leaf, rosemary, clove and a hint of nutmeg. These things are foreign to the redneck palate. And if there’s anything a redneck hates, its something ‘foreign’.
Herbs… scary stuff. In this house, anything beyond salt, pepper and lard is pushing it.
This is one of those moments when I feel the narrow claustrophobia of this place. I want my escape. I need it. I suppose we’re going to go back to eating worcestershire-laden slap-in-yer face pork roast. Ugh.
Well at least KK enjoyed my efforts to stretch the boundaries of the southern palate.
Alright, thats enough of my culinary frustration. From now on, I’m going to use my herbs for something useful around here. Hexing.
Buy me a beer!
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Can’t win them all Che. But if it’s worth anything: It sounds delicious.
I truly know from whence you come, Che. I too have prepared many a bloody clever dish, thank you very much, for my Southern family only to have vague discussions later about ways to improve it, or ‘what was that in there?’. They only tread lightly because they know how fiery my wrath is… plus, later I won’t do ANYTHING for them which they don’t like because I seem to be the only one able to get anything done. Of course, all that is usually in the past. I don’t do much for my Southern family these days unless it’s computer related or research related, or maybe medically related. Thankfully, I don’t remember any discussions of bloody butt coming from them… yet.
I agree with your summary, though. Use those herbs for hexing! They’ll never appreciate the subtleties of your using them for cooking. If it’s some small consolation, the description of your dish made me want some pork roast! And I never eat pork roast!
I never eat pork roast, unless its here. When in Rome.
Wish I was in Rome.
Anyway, the recipe is really easy. I just browned the roast in some olive oil, shoved it in a pan with some sliced onions. Poured beer over everything. Added a bay leaf, some rosemary, salt, a dash of pepper, and four or five cloves. Cook it at 350 for a couple of hours. About half an hour before removing from the oven, add a pinch or two of nutmeg. Then I thickened the herby beer juice to make an aromatic gravy. It was very good.
But herbs… scary.
But yeah, my family does the same thing. Don just didn’t say anything at all about the meal. Nothing. And my mother said, “It was okay”. But they wouldn’t take it too far for fear I might stop doing stuff altogether.
God did we grow up in the same house Mojo? Were we separated at birth or summat?
The two of you may have been separated at birth. It would explain why you are my two most favorite people in the world.
It is amazing that this post has twice as many hits as the original condiment in the butt discussion of the fire pig.
And it wasn’t until our discussion that condiments in the butt came up. Wonder what it is about a fire pig that drives away readers in droves?
Fire pigs are scary. Just think about all that largesse coming at you flaming flanks and all! Plus, it could be confusing because you’d be terrified, while the smell of bacon is luring you to your doom! The sheer horror!!!
Delicious deadly swine and porcine poltergeists aside, Che and I may well have been separated at birth. It would explain a lot. Unfortunately, I think I got too much of the familial superego and Che got more of that fun id! It has taken me years to get over all that superego training. (sigh) Could be worse… now that we’ve found each other, Che, we can compare notes on our lives. Particularly, we should entertain the thought that we were surely not born to our real families at all, and in fact, we were probably the by-product of some mad scientific experiment!
Could we get rich setting up a chain of ‘Pig and Beer’ taverns in Rome? I think we could! I definitely think we could!!! It’s Southern… but it’s europe.
Italy.. Mmmm.. We’d just have to enslave ourselves to the maffia i guess. Is that anything like a family of Southerners on your end?
Oh hell. Let’s go to Rome and find out.
That pig may not have been a hit, but gmail certainly is. I finally traded over to gmail based on the urging of my two favorite people and by yahoo’s inability to connect properly at any time of the day or night.
It was well worth the switch! I didn’t get rid of my yahoo, but it is being relegated to the most unimportant of emails!
All hail Che’s superior knowledge.
Her knowledge is superior!
If she cooks a pig for you —
Eat it!
Bas, I like your Beer and Pig tavern idea. Sounds like fun! I keep thinking of the Simpson’s episode where homer takes a bite out of a candy pig in candy land…
Yes, we must yield to Che’s superior skills and her decrees based on those skills. Obtaining a Gmail account is one of her papal bulls. You will OBEY! [using Dalek voice]