Ruminations and recipes from a small kitchen in a big city.


What to do with leftover apples.

One day I'm cutting energy bills to shreds; then I'm running the oven for seven hours.

Leg of pork, bone in, from the butcher. Slashed the skin, studded it with garlic, rubbed it with oil and salt, into a low oven for seven hours, the first twenty minutes on high.


The children are eating apples like there's no tomorrow. They leave them half eaten. So the uneaten parts are peeled and chopped and boiled and drained and pureed. There's your sauce.

Two onions - one white; the other red. Chopped finely, cooked gently in a little oil and white wine and a clove of garlic in a covered pan until soft and translucent. Generous salt and pepper.


Switch on the news: left-leaning inner urban newspaper saved by a rich West Australian female miner. Some ironies are beautiful in their completeness.


Now it's hours later. Baked leg out to rest under foil; skin off, skin back in oven with a dash of soy and a little honey, left to almost crisp.

Roast pork served with apple sauce, almost-caramelised onions and a mountain of mash.

Glass of red. Music.

That rind is addictive. Crunch.


Melbourne Girl said...

KH, I wouldn't be surprised if a certain very rich woman has other plans for said paper...and wouldn't be too upset if it went under completely...

kitchen hand said...

It will be interesting. One market commentator valued Fairfax Media at nil. The paper has to be doomed. I remember when hundreds of people would gather in Spencer Street at midnight on Fridays in the days when the paper ran on its 'rivers of gold' classifieds.

Dr. Alice said...

I remember in January when I was visiting Fairfax was in a panic abotu Ms. Rinehart buying in. It turns out they had reason to be, but from what I can tell and from Tim Blair's website, it had not been doing well for a long time.

kitchen hand said...

Graham Richardson on Fairfax in today's Australian:

The inmates have been running the asylum for too long and it shows.