It’s hot. I’m sick. The kids are on the verge of a summer vacation. For some reason – it may be the porky Mexican Guac fiesta for lunch – I’m not all that hungry. But, damn those olives. Is it the salt? The fat? The vinegar? Who knows, but Olives-It’s what’s for dinner. I just can’t get enough. So I leave you with an olive-worthy tune by B. Mars. Treasure. Poo. No official vid. So imagine M.J. + Earth + Wind + Fire == Olives for dinner.
You can hum this. Spit out the pits.
I got out of making salad as the cold set in. I love salad and it grows well in the fall. You must say it like the French, “Sal-ahd.”
Chops fried, pulled out of the pan to grab some onion gravy ( of the non-milky variety ) then in the oven to work it all out.
Don’t forget the creme fraiche with the mash. Total magic.
This is how Smarties look through onion watered eyes.
Surprise! Pork again!
A quick brown. Then onions, flour,wine to loosen the brown. Add stock and love it until it tastes so fine.
Pop the pork in the sauce, stick in the oven. Work on your pancakes.
Zuch pans from Fannie Farmer. Fried in lard. Don’t forget some potato and sweet potato mash.
Super yum fit for six.