I don’t really like fruit with meat.
I’ll pass on Duck a L’Orange.
I don’t eat chutney with lamb, grilled peaches with pork chops and you will never find raisins in my beef stew.
There are two exceptions: I love lemon with just about anything, and I like apples with pork.
Actually, I was just looking for a reason to buy cider which I like and mon mari doesn’t.
Unlike in the US where cider is (or used to be) unpasteurized apple juice, cider here is an alcoholic beverage similar to beer.
Yes, I know one could find ‘hard’ cider in the US and I think that now craft ciders are becoming popular, like craft beers.
The cider I used in this dish was a fizzy, alcoholic cider. You can substitute apple juice or white wine or water.
Rather than using chicken stock in this I added a bit of stock concentrate – for flavor and salt. I didn’t want any more liquid.
Lastly, I used a Granny Smith but any apple suitable for cooking will do.
Pork with Apples, Sage and Onions, Slow Cooker
Total time: 7 hours
- 2 boneless pork chops, about 1″ thick, cut in half
- 1 onion, chopped
- 1 rib celery, chopped
- 1 apple, peeled, chopped
- 6 – 8 sage leaves, torn in half
- 1 cup (8oz, 250ml) cider
- 1/2 chicken stock cube, or equivalent in granules / jelly
- 2 tbs tapioca
- Put onions, celery, apple, sage in the slow cooker.
- Sprinkle with tapioca and stock cube
- Top with chops in a single layer.
- Pour cider over.
- Cover and cook, low heat, for 3 hours.
- Uncover, quickly give it a stir and turn the chops.
- Cover and cook for 3 1/2 hours.
I put Christmas away today.
It’s never as much fun packing it all away as it is getting it all out.
I have a lot of ornaments…. Some would say too many.
Most, if not all, have special meaning to either me or mon mari so it’s not easy culling them.
I have done a bit over the years…. Keeping 1 or 2 of a box of 6 old ones, for example. The reason I keep even those is because they were the first ones I bought for my first tree,
I was looking at one of those old ornaments today.
It had a hoopoo on it.
At the time (I was young) I thought it was a pretty, but imaginary Christmas bird…. like Santa Claus or an elf.
Now I know better….
This meandering down memory lane is why it takes my 2 days to box everything up.
But that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Remembering all the wonderful times we had with those who are no longer with us.
I really wish I could have told my mother that the hoopoo is a real bird. She would have loved that!