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The Fryer's Roast: Stuffed Pork Loin

I’m Southern. I like fried food. As I write this I’m craving a fried fish sandwich. It’s just before 10 am. Not the best thing for the expanding middle-aged waistline and constricting middle-aged arteries. Remember when we used to hear about the President’s preferences for snack foods? Was it President Reagan, or was it President Bush who had a jar of Jelly Bellies gourmet jelly beans on his desk? Regardless, I believe it was President Clinton who professed a liking for cracklin’s, if I recall correctly. That would be fried pork rinds for the uninitiated and more Northern of y’all.

This weekend pork was on sale and I was preparing a menu for an impromptu dinner party. I could have pan fried pork chops, but we’re all of us watching our cholesterol levels. Then a half a pork loin caught my eye. Dinner for four with leftovers for the week for roughly USD$8.00, not including wine. Sold.

This is a very easy and because it involves a bit of a show when cut and plated, it can make for a more elegant presentation.

The Easy and Elegant Life Caramelized Onion Stuffed Roast Pork Loin.

1 large onion

2 cloves garlic, pressed through a garlic press

1 long branch of rosemary (about two tablespoons, maybe a bit less)

1/4 of a two day old baguette, pulverized into bread crumbs (4 cups? Maybe 5)

Salt and pepper

Extra Virgin Olive Oil

1 Tablespoon butter

Kitchen String

Preheat your oven to 450ºF.

Using a Cuisinart, blender or tea towel and meat tenderizer/ballpeen hammer/rolling pin/what-have-you turn the dried out baguette into bread crumbs. Set aside.

Chop (or thinly slice) the onion.

Melt the butter and add a tablespoon or so of olive oil to a large skillet over medium high heat. Sauté the onions with salt and pepper just until they brown. Add the pressed garlic and sauté for a minute more. Remove from the heat. Add the breadcrumbs and mix thoroughly. Add a bit of water if it’s too dry. (Or dry white wine, if you can spare it.) You’re making stuffing, so make it look like what you remember the consistency of stuffing to be: moist.

Butterfly the pork loin so that it spread out flat (or ask the butcher to do it). Turn over and score the thin layer of fat every 3/4″ with a very sharp knife. Flip over and spread a generous layer of stuffing down the center, right to the edges. Roll up the pork loin.

Here’s the tricky part. Using kitchen string truss the pork loin. Where I made my mistake with the one above: I didn’t use enough string, tying it with four pieces only. Use nine. Eight cut and tightly tied around the circumference, one tightly tied lengthwise. It may help to have someone tying whilst you hold the beast together.

Rub the entire roast with a mixture of olive oil and salt (Kosher or sea salt is best.) Place on a roasting rack in a pan. Roast at 450ºF for 30 minutes and turn down the oven to 400ºF. Cook for another hour or to your liking. Pork can be served just the least bit pink. The loin I cooked was in the 3 1/2 to 4 lb. range and took an hour and forty minutes to cook, and another five to cool a bit (it is still cooking some during the cooling period.)

Slice and serve sprinkled with parsley. For a side dish I served oven roasted potatoes (olive oil and salt) and a salad with a based mustard vinaigrette. Small apples can be roasted alongside the pork for the last hour of cooking. Wash them and cut them across the top third of the fruit, replacing the top (you may want to sprinkle the inside with a dash of cinnamon). Place them around the pork loin and continue cooking.

We drank a fantastic bottle (or two) of ‘08 Devil’s Corner Pinot Noir from Tasmania. It is very much a Bordeaux like mix. Mrs. E. prefers white and drank an equally well-matched Le Grand Cheneau Mâcon Verzé, unoaked Chardonnay (‘08, Burgundy).

Casually Friday

Mrs. E. the children and I are going to a photo shoot today. The directive is to wear a dark top with jeans (or other trousers in my case.) I’ve been pondering what to wear. Most likely it will be my winter weekend staples of corduroy trousers and a cashmere turtle(roll)neck.

There is another alternative, of course, and that is wearing a scarf. This one is by Tootal, a fine old Mod brand. In truth, I was rushing out the door yesterday, exhausted, and simply grabbed a sweater and threw it over my t-shirt and a pair of (pleated) cords.  But, being neck forward, this look has always bothered me. The scarf, inspired by that man again, solves that dilemma. But it will garner looks. Under my tweed carcoat, buttoned to the neck, there is nothing that seems out-of-the-ordinary. But you will feel and look a whole lot better than you would not “dressing the neck.”

Consider a scarf on your way out to get a cup of coffee and the paper tomorrow morning.


(Finally, please forgive my unshaven state, it is in preparation for the photoshoot and will ensure a smooth and, hopefully, nick-free shave this morning.)

The Promised Land

I’m in need of a little cheering up today. I’ve got a couple of very, very close friends who have the blues and there’s precious little I can do but listen, offer a cocktail and a meal or two. Life does get messy. Cary Grant was married five times, but according to David Niven, he rushed into each completely confident that the latest would be the one. My point is that hope always trumps experience in the easy and elegant life.

So today, I am taking the time to return, at least virtually, to the promised land glimpsed during the early nineties; that place where Mrs. E. and I once left espadrille prints in the white sand beaches of St. Raphaël, and followed in the footsteps of F. Scott Fitzhemingway, the Murphys and others. Ours was not a lost generation. We had been found.

Like the voice over once instructed, “sit back, relax and enjoy the show.”

Many thanks to kind reader DAS, Jr. for passing this along. It is much appreciated.

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