Is there something about "trembling swords of pork" in Shakespeare or did I just imagine it in a quiet moment in Lit. class? Unlike over there we have one kind of pork in WA, and that's pork. Nothing like the organic beef farms and free-range chicken farms. Any venture capitalist want to fund a wild pig farm – speak to me.
Still had a jar of the Grapefruit Marmalade I'd made when Skippy was just a wee lad and I thought it'd be just the thing for a Sunday roast. Bought a 1kg rolled pork roast at the butchers and then unrolled it (a shame, they'd done a nice job) and then marinated it with 2/3 cup of marmalade; 1tbs of grated ginger; 1tbs honey .
Meanwhile I made a stuffing out of a cup fresh breadcrumbs; 2 grated apples; 1tbs fresh sage; 2tbs butter; salt & pepper and rerolled the pork, securing with a skewer and tying with string. Wiped the skin and rubbed it with salt . Stuffing was maybe a bit much but when you've seen a band with a trombone and a
glokenspiel
xylophone the night before, why skimp?
20 minutes at 200C then down to 180C for another one hour and 10 . Now obviously you don't want some nasty parasitical infestation if you don't cook it right but that's no excuse for cooking every last drop of juice out of it. Keep an eye on it, pierce with a skewer. Does it run clear? Does it feel cooked? Does its seats fold down? Give it an extra safe side 10 minutes, take it out and rest it for 10 minutes.
Joined in the roasting pan were kipfler potatoes and two apples cored with a paring knife and filled with the leftover stuffing.
Gravy made of scrapings and equal parts dry cider and chicken stock. Reduced and thickened with cornstarch.
Ahmmm good, like it should be, pork was moist, not salt-cracker dry buffet style. Marmalade taste hangs around for a while, like Stereolab sustains. Some left over for a sandwich tomorrow and that'll get me through Monday.