Ah, the sugar roasted pork. Wasn't this one a gem? So we both absolutely love roast pork, especially roast pork belly... yum!! Slow roasted pork belly, apple sauce with a touch of cinnamon, a few roast vegies (sweet potatoes normally feature)... mmmmmmmm.
Anyway, the first time we invited Lupos' friends over for dinner it was on a week night. So, no time for me to rush home and cook. Having decided doing roast pork, I gave Lupo instructions on how to do it all. My instructions where:
- Score the skin of the pork
- Rub a generous amount of salt into the skin
- Put it in the oven...
I'd even made a note to say that the salt was in the smallest container. Why? Well, we have our salt, sugar, corn flour and other white colour things in matching containers that vary in size. The funniest thing is to always see Lupo taste testing the salt or sugar, to see if it's salt or sugar.
So, back to the roast pork night. I came home, around 5:30 or 6pm, and could smell something sweet in the air. My first thought was, 'Wow, Lupo's done the roast pork AND found time to bake a cake!', immediately followed by, 'Lupo doesn't know how to bake a cake.' So I walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and the first thing I noticed sitting on the kitchen table was the sugar. Hmmm... Then I peeked into the oven and noticed the entire top layer of the pork was black! BLACK!!!
So at this stage I'm freaking out. Coz we have people arriving in about an hour and we have nothing to serve them except for black roast pork. Meanwhile, I'm screeching at Lupo and saying, "What did you do? How hot did you have the oven? Didn't you check up on it? Couldn't you smell the burning????" And he's like, "No, I just put it in the oven like you told me to..." Then! I said (or screamed), "Did you use the sugar?" And he's like, "No, the salt." And so then I point that the container full of sugar and say, "That's sugaaaarrrr!!!!!"
Oops.
After I calmed down, I had another looking at the black, roast pork and decided that the meat was probably still ok and that it was probably only the skin that was burnt. So we left it and hoped for the best.
Lupo's friends came over. We took the roast pork out. Took off the black, black skin (it lifted off quite easily!) and the meat underneath was PERFECT! Juicy, tender and very, very yummy. The only sad bit about it was the fact that we didn't have any crackling to go with it :(
Anyway, it made a great dinner table story for the night and it still pops up every now and again as one of those stories. Hehe.
Later that night, Lupo confided in me that the method he adopted to put the salt (i.e. sugar) over the skin was as follows:
- place the pork on the tray
- pour a copious amount of salt (i.e. sugar) all over the pork (and let it spill all over the sides and all over the table and the floor)
- lift the tray out of the baking dish
- pour the excess salt (i.e. sugar) from the baking dish into the sink
- put the tray back in the baking dish
The reason why he admitted this to me was 'coz I queried why there were so many salt (i.e. sugar) granules all over the kitchen.
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