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So, last weekend in a fit of gluttony and boredom, I made this:
Please excuse the burned bit on the corner, I left it under the broiler a bit too long.
That's my attempt at Gordon Ramsay's pressed belly of pork recipe, along with caramelized apples with green onions and tarragon. I gotta say, it was pretty damn tasty, even though it was a little dry (my fault for using too broad a pan). Even so, I don't think I'll ever make it again. It was just too much of a pain in the ass.
It wasn't the prep time; aside from running to the store for ingredients, it took me like 15 minutes.
The cooking time was fine too; I wasn't even bothered by pressing it in the fridge overnight. And that's saying something, considering my penchant for instant gratification.
The trouble was the goddamn pork fat. If you don't clean the pans and everything right away, it just congeals into this disgusting greasy mess. I'm kind of a lazy bastard when it comes to dishes, too, so I tend to do a good scrub every couple days. So every single dish that I dropped in the sink now has a thin coating of pork fat.
Wonderful.
I guess really, the congealed fat thing was my fault. But I like to piss and moan, so here we are.