Epic Nom and Flying Pekins.
I made some kind of unholy goodness for supper tonight.
Pork chops covered in cream sauce with veggies.
Even Tyler ate it, which is saying something.
I didn’t use a recipe, I just mixed together some stuff we had.
I took about two tablespoons of butter, plus a tiny bit extra, and melted it in my cast iron pot until it was bubbling. Then I threw in chopped carrots, celery, and onion. (You could also add garlic, but Tyler doesn’t like it.) I simmered the vegetables until the onions started to get brown and clear. Then I put in two tablespoons of flour (one at a time) and about 3/4th cup of chicken stock and some dill. I stirred it on medium heat until it thickened up nicely.
The cream sauce sat in the pot with the lid on while I browned the pork. I had thick cut bone-in pork chops to use. I put them in a searing hot cast iron skillet with a little olive oil. On top of each pork chop I drizzled some flour with salt and pepper. After a couple of minutes browning one side on high heat I flipped them and put the same flour/salt/pepper on the other side. Once they were browned (but still raw in the middle) I took them off of the heat and let the pan cool for a few minutes. Then
I dumped the cream sauce on top, made sure the pork was smothered, and covered the skillet tightly.
It baked the whole thing at 325 degrees for about an hour. Then the pork was falling apart tender.
Epic nom. EPIC.
I made steamed broccoli to go with it.
I’m going to try a modification of this soon as chicken pot pie. Add crust, diced chicken breast, more vegetables, and more chicken stock…it should make pot pie. My only conundrum is what to do about the crust. I don’t want to use something processed like premade crust or canned biscuits. I suck at making homemade pie crust though. Maybe I’ll try it with homemade biscuits? Those are easy.
So tonight while I was doing the dishes post-epic nom I suddenly heard something odd. Like…loud flapping, accompanied by duck honking and quacking.
I ran to look out of the kitchen window and I saw June, my female pekin duck, flying.
This is odd because Pekin ducks do not fly. They are a meat breed, too heavy to fly.
June was jumping up on the picnic table, running from one end to the other while honking loudly, then flying off. She would land, run back to the other side of the table, hop up, and start over. Again and again.
What in the world? My duck is teaching herself to fly!