We have a big order of chicken from Zaycon soon so need to clear space in our freezers. That’s why on my lunch hour I pulled a pork loin for tonight’s dinner.
It doesn’t take a magnifying glass to see that this roast has been in our possession for 13 years. Thirteen years. I know. I couldn’t believe it myself. I don’t want to think about how much electricity we used to keep this hunk of meat at a low enough temperature to eat for dinner tonight. Nevertheless, I went back to the office, leaving Mauri with the task of making it edible with one of his many cook gadgets.
At 5 p.m. I returned home to the smell of teriyaki sauce. He’d pulled out the sou vide, and after about ten minutes of prep time went about his afternoon. I heated some leftover veggies and pulled a couple of yams from the toaster oven while he sliced and sizzled the teenage pork.
Darcy knows the futility of begging from my plate. Tonight’s dinner was so good, she wasn’t even successful at Mauri’s plate.
PS: If you ever get invited to dinner at our house, come at your own risk.