Apologies for the poor picture quality. It’s one thing to take a photo of food when it’s just my DH and myself. He teases me about it, and loves to regale people with examples of when he’s poised over his lovely plate of steaming food and I rush in with my camera and yell “wait!” It’s another when we have a table full of guests and I’m poking around trying to take pictures in front of them. Tacky, tacky. So I snapped this picture on my own plate, as surreptitiously as possible, so it was a bit dark at our candlelit dining table.

As usual, I started my menu plan with the main entree. It needed to be the set of 6 pork chops I had in the freezer from Niman Ranch. I’ve mentioned theis meat producer before – they are a small independent farm that raises livestock the old-fashioned way. No growth hormones. Natural feed, no additives. All that good stuff. I’m on their email notification list, so every time they have a sale, I know about it. Mostly I’ve ordered pork, but also their steaks too. I’m crazy about their bacon, but it’s carried at my local Trader Joe’s at a pretty good price.

Everything I’ve ordered from Niman ranch has been exceptionally good. Worth the price? Well, I guess it’s relative. Compared to grocery chain meat, this is just far and away better. But if you’re on a budget, probably not. I don’t order all my meat from them – just special stuff. If you happen to decide to try them out – do wait for a sale – and make sure they pack in small packages (like 2 pork chops per pkg). That’s why I hadn’t defrosted these before, because I needed to wait for an occasion when I had exactly 6 people.

Because pork is raised so leanly now, there isn’t as much fat to keep the meat moist. So I always brine pork. I’ve tried several recipes, but my current favorite is a mix that I buy at Whole Foods called V Traditional Brining Blend, and V Spicy Brining Blend. They come in 12.7 ounce jars. If you prepare the brine per the instructions you’ll likely use most of a jar. I disregard those instructions and make a much smaller solution. This time I used about 2 tablespoons of brining salt and dissolved it in about a cup of boiling water, then added ice cubes to cool it off quickly. Usually I stick my finger in the brine to taste the saltiness – you want it to be salty, but not overwhelmingly salty, otherwise your meat will become the same. Then I immersed the pork in the brine. If time is of an essence, I’ll put them in my aerator (a plastic container that removes the air by vacuum pump and supposedly increase the marinating ability chop-chop). That I did, and let them rest in the refrigerator for about 6 hours or so. I removed them once and turned them over in the liquid, since the brine didn’t completely cover the chops.

I pan-seared the chops, then used a probe thermometer so I’d know exactly when the meat reached 145 degrees F. Worked like a charm. Result: these chops were just “the best.” And America’s Test Kitchen scored a winner with the sauce recipe. Although, next time I will probably thicken the sauce some with some cornstarch. Even though I reduced it down, it was still a bit thin. But, Niman Ranch scored a touchdown with the meat. One great dinner.
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Ah. Mashed potatoes. With some little puddles of melted butter. What’s there not to like, I ask you?

When I was planning the menu for the dinner I did the other night, I wanted something to go with the pork chops and apple cider sauce. Something that would also be a vehicle for the sauce. I could have made plain rice (which I admit, sounded the best), but somehow the cider sauce didn’t sound good with brown rice. I rarely make white rice anymore. I actually don’t make mashed potatoes much either. Last time was Thanksgiving dinner. But, after pondering my menu, I decided mashed potatoes were the best fit. But not just plain mashed potatoes. Once I consulted my recipe collection I knew the mashed potatoes with mascarpone was the right one. It has tons of chopped Italian parsley in it, and of course, an ample amount of mascarpone.

Probably most people think mascarpone is used mostly for desserts. And here in the U.S., I suppose it is. But after all, it’s just a cheese. Something like cream cheese, but made a bit differently. It has a consistency that’s in between sour cream and cream cheese, and it has a very creamy taste. The credit for this recipe goes to Tarla Fallgatter, a cooking instructor here in our part of the world.

You cook the potatoes with the green onions, which flavors the potatoes throughout. Then you mash them by hand (you want a few lumps) and add in the mascarpone, a bit of the water you cooked the potatoes in, and a mound of chopped Italian parsley. Season it, and you’re done. Making this recipe seemed like the right option since I could make this ahead. Once made, I plopped the whole batch into my crockpot and set it to low, then scooped it out into a serving bowl at the last minute. Delicious.
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The finished photo of this is a bit blah-looking. You know, cabbage begins to look a little grayish if cooked through. So fortunately I did snap a photo of it when I added the apples and chestnuts, still in the pan. Next time I won’t pop this in the oven, but serve it directly from the range top. I was trying to get some things made ahead, so popped this in the oven to reheat. So the cabbage cooked more than I would have liked. Therefore, don’t do as I did in this case, but cook this just before serving.

We entertained the other night, and I had some wonderful boneless pork chops to serve our guests, and wanted something appropriate to go with. Enter cabbage. I scrounged around the internet trying to find a recipe that suited me. How could I tell? I can’t begin to say – I just read a recipe and either I like the sound of it, or I don’t. I knew I wanted to use red cabbage and apples, probably onions, maybe shallots. So a search produced a bunch of options, and this is the one I chose. I’d make this again, but I’d omit the chestnuts. To me, they didn’t add that much to the dish. Maybe even distracted me. Some people aren’t so fond of chestnuts anyway. But I loved the apples in it, and it’s very low fat and low calorie. As one of our guests said, pure comfort food.

Cook’s Notes: Don’t be tempted to put the apples in early. You want them to still have texture and shape. To be barely cooked. The onions and shallots add a nice character depth. One large head of cabbage will make enough to feed about 10 people. Maybe more. And be sure to make this just before serving. Long cooking only grays the vibrant color of the red cabbage. Overall, this one won’t be a favorite. Maybe it was the chestnuts. Or not quite enough of the sweet/sour stuff. It was just kind of blah altogether.
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If I were to tell you what the main ingredient was for this dip, you’d probably just scroll right on by, delete this post, turn up your nose perhaps, or laugh. So you’ll have to read down a bit before I divulge.This dip came about because some years ago my DH and I went on a mostly vegetarian diet. DH had a heart attack in 1997. He survived, with minimal heart damage, but the doctor told him afterwards that he needed to lose some weight. So we both went on an extremely low fat, vegetarian diet. We consulted a nutritionist to make sure we were going in the right direction. This, coming from two carnivores here, was a huge – I mean HUGE – divergence for our lifestyle.To say that I struggled with this diet – preparing the food – is a gross understatement. I admit it – I like meat. Even a thick steak now and then, as readers of this blog know. I had cookbooks coming out the ying-yang, as they say, and consulted them all. I read Dean Ornish from cover to cover. I didn’t adhere quite to his recipes, but close. We ate fruit smoothies for breakfast every morning. And some eggs, so I guess that made us omnivores actually. And the weight came off. Off Dave. Not so much off me. I couldn’t believe it. I was so discouraged. I really thought he’d lose 40 pounds, and maybe I’d lose 30.I could go on and on with this story – another time perhaps – but after 6 months DH HAD lost 40 pounds (I’d lost 15). The doctor was very pleased. But DH was anemic. The nutritionist insisted Dave needed to eat chicken and fish. Okay. Added that back into our diet. Tasted GREAT, I might add. Weeks went by and DH was still anemic. The nutritionist told us to eat lean beef at least once a week. That was our undoing, I’m afraid.

During that period of vegetarianism, I tried all kinds of things I’d never have done before. No matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to make most food taste all that good. It was okay, but not more than that. Without cooking with fat, in some form or another, our food just tasted bland. I craved meat. Butter. Cookies. Chocolate (I sneaked a few). I made a big bean salad regularly that DH was supposed to dig into every day (beans are high in iron). He ate apples (also high in iron) every day. But he kept losing weight, and he was still anemic. So when the nutritionist said you’d better have some beef at least once a week, I began introducing beef into our regular fix-at-home diet. I cooked some with a cast iron skillet too, which helped (food cooked in cast iron leeches out some of that iron into our bodies), but it wasn’t enough to get his anemia under control. So, we kind of reverted to our former diet of eating most things. He’s still on the anemic side, but he takes a supplement, and since we eat meat (whether it be chicken, fish, pork, lamb or beef) several, if not 7, nights a week, he doesn’t any longer have a problem.

So back to this post. Trying to find things that had high flavor, but low fat and no meat, was a challenge. I spent more time in the kitchen, cooking (mostly chopping and prepping) than I ever have in my life. And I was always looking for something new and different. This dip fit the bill on all fronts. It came from a cookbook I own called Cal-a-Vie’s Gourmet Spa Cookery. The book is out of print, and this is the only recipe I’ve liked from the book. So now, the secret: tofu. I’m not a fan of tofu. I don’t much like its texture – even in Chinese or Asian stir frys, hot and sour soup, etc. So normally I avoided it whenever possible. I still do if offered it straight away. I mean . . . it’s so blah. And spongy. Not a texture I like except in custard. But, as I learned with this dip, tofu is a “vanilla” substance. It absorbs flavors from the food around it. So, enter: garlic, cilantro, cumin, hot chiles, etc. and you’ve got a wonderful – LOW FAT combo.

Rarely do I tell people what’s in this dip – most people guess it has beans or hummus in it. Nope. Nope. No, no sour cream. No cottage cheese. No, no yogurt either. I don’t believe anyone has ever guessed it.

Cook’s Notes: buy soft or “regular” tofu. I have used nonfat tofu, but the flavor is a bit better with full fat tofu. There’s not a smidgen of other kinds of fat in this dip, and tofu’s fat is all unsaturated, so I go for the gold here. If you don’t like spicy food, reduce – or eliminate – the chile pepper. Be sure to mince up the chile pepper well – scrape down the workbowl to make sure. You can use the finished sauce as a sauce on vegetables, or even on pasta, or over potatoes. But the dip is just the best form, served either with vegetables or crackers. I toasted pita wedges this time.
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We very rarely have views like this. Thunderclouds – or big massive cloud formations are more a standard in the midwest than here on the California coastline. But the other day, just after we’d had a couple days of rain, this was the view from our hill. This shot was taken facing northwest. If the visibility had been better, you might have been able to see the skyline of downtown Los Angeles just to the left of the two palm trees. It’s very rare that we can see those far off images since downtown LA is about 45 miles away. But on occasion we do see it.

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I must admit that when I read this recipe the first time, I thought “it’s just another variation on chocolate chip cookies.” Why fool with a good thing, my mind said. I’ve relied on the good-old Tollhouse (Nestle’s) recipe, and never been unhappy with it. But the further I read into Smitten Kitchen’s blog, the more I became convinced I’d best try this recipe. When you read the list of ingredients you definitely will think this is not all that different. Yes, more chips. And more nuts. But really, what’s that mean but just a more densely populated cookie? But then you read the details, and you find out that there really are some differences:

1. You must start with cold butter

2. The nuts are toasted

3. The nuts are chopped finely so they almost disappear in the cookie

4. The cookies are baked differently – on parchment in a 300 degree F. oven for a long time

And are they a radical change? Well, maybe radical is too strong a word. Are they different? Yes. The texture is different – they’re nicely crumbly and crisp. There is definitely something different about the nuts – besides the fact that there are a LOT of nuts (and chips) in these cookies. But having toasted the walnuts makes a huge difference. I used my food processor to chop the nuts, and did just as the recipe indicates – lots of the nuts were crumbs, but there were some pea-sized pieces in there too. Nothing larger, though. To say that I loved these is putting it mildly. These may be my favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe from henceforth. Smitten’s recipe came from David Liebovitz’s book, The Great Book of Chocolate. I made no alterations to this recipe. My hat’s off to Deb for passing on Liebovitz’s recipe to all of us chocolate chip cookie fans.

Cook’s Notes: Having read some of Smitten’s comments – a couple of people had problems with them – I got everything prepped before I started mixing the cookies. The problems others had, I believe, might have been caused by the butter not being thoroughly chilled when they started making the cookies. Or, it could have been the type of butter used. So, my oven was hot. The dry ingredients were combined. The eggs and vanilla were standing by. The cookie sheets were ready. I chopped up the butter into the 1/2 inch cubes then put them back in the refrigerator while I did all the other prep work. Once I began to mix the cookies they took little more than a minute or two to be ready for plopping onto the parchment-lined cookie sheets. They took longer to bake – the recipe indicates 18 minutes. Mine took about 22, and my oven runs hot, so was surprised. I also have decided these cookies are better when they’re fresh. They don’t seem to have the same magical taste once they’ve been frozen. Don’t know how that can be, but it is. Would welcome anyone else’s opinion about it.
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Do you sometimes forget how good vegetables can taste? I forget about all the variations on vegetables. I need a little memory jog now and then to remind myself that there’s more than one way to make cauliflower. Or broccoli. Or zucchini. Or. Or. Or. It could go on and on.

And surely I forget about using carrots – in a raw form, other than eating out of hand. So I was reading Fresh Catering (a blog I read regularly) and Rachael had made this carrot-ginger slaw. Well, my eyes and nose perked up and I immediately printed out the recipe. I had everything on hand except the fresh ginger. But I had some in a bottle, which I’m sure wasn’t AS good, but this salad was so refreshing (next time I really will have the fresh ginger). I have Italian parsley in my garden, but I had an abundance of cilantro in my refrigerator, so I used cilantro instead. DH loved it. So did I. And it took a maximum of about 7 minutes to make it. Literally. That part I liked a lot. And it was better than having another – yet another – green salad. Don’t get me wrong, I love green salads. Really I do. But there’s a tedium about making green salad. And I like homemade dressing too, which adds to the hassle.

When my daughter, Dana, was a little tyke, she first learned how to bake cookies. That’s probably universal in this day and age. Children and cookies just go together like peas in a pod. Or puppies and little boys. Once she got a bit older I began teaching her about knife skills. Probably when she turned 8 or so, and I thought she was mature enough to hold and wield a dull knife.

Initially, she was thrilled with her new-found skills and independence. She liked helping in the kitchen, and was very proud of her accomplishments. But the interest began to wane in the years to follow. I was a working mom, had to get dinner on the table in fast order, so setting the table and making a salad was what helped me the most. She wasn’t old enough or tall enough really to master a spatula and frying pan at the hot stove, or many other things with hot pots and pans, so the salad making was the best choice. As she got older still she began to dislike making a salad unless it was just chopped lettuce. I like lots of vegetables in my salads. Back then it was mostly carrots, celery, green onions, tomatoes and peppers. Now I add lots of other things like fennel, Feta crumbles, sugar snap peas, nuts, even. But she didn’t enjoy the chopping and cutting anymore, probably because it was so repetitive.

Here’s the salad maker now, a picture taken when we were at Dana and Todd’s house over Christmas – she’s 39 now. When I was 39, she was 13, going on 30. But that’s another story. Now she makes salads all the time for her family. And mostly they’re just lettuce. Her kids don’t much like eating raw vegies. They look at salad as merely a vehicle for consuming ranch dressing. But Dana thoroughly enjoys all the homemade dressings. When we talked on the phone the other day she was busily making her favorite of my dressings, the VIP Salad Dressing, which I posted last year. It may have been my very first posting on this-here blog. Or one of the first. And that dressing is still one of my very favorites too.

Last summer Dana’s two children were here to visit for awhile, and the 10-year old, Taylor, was anxious to help me in the kitchen, so I taught her how to make salad. How about that. What goes around, comes around. Dana was a bit in shock when I told her I’d taught Taylor how to use a sharp knife. She did just fine, sweetie! Mom knows all. That’s a bit of an inside family joke if you didn’t get it. Dana reads my blog every day, so am certain I’ll be hearing from her about that! Anyway, I just listened to someone on the radio the other day, that most children, when they reach about 7 or 8, are old enough to learn how to use a knife in the kitchen.So, I’ve rambled on far too long here. Telling family stories. Suffice that this not-green-salad is a good one, a keeper, but probably not one for children to make unless an adult grates the carrots and ginger. Other than that, children could likely do all the rest. If it’s a kid-making deal, maybe start them out with green salad and teach them some knife skills.
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You know. It’s January. We’re supposed to be trying to make some lower calorie meals. After the excess of the holidays. But, you know how it is – you get tired of chicken breasts, stir-frys, and salads. So you go to the source – the cookbooks or the files – and find something new. Something more interesting. Something different. It wasn’t hard – I have a huge inventory of cookbooks and folders and folders of clipped recipes. I pulled out one of the diet-type files I have – low-fat entrees – and found about 50 recipes in the file. At least half of them were for pork, which appealed to me. A big shopping spree at Costco, and a couple of hours of putting away stuff and re-proportioning the meat I bought, and I was ready to think about dinner.

For Christmas, at my suggestion, my DH gave me a FoodSaver vacuum packaging system (from Costco). I’d been reluctant to get one, even though a few people had recommended it. I went online and read reviews and settled on the FoodSaver 2940, which got better write-ups than others. I finally unpacked it yesterday, watched the DVD with demonstrations of packaging up all kinds of items. So today I bought a big pork roast and 4 tenderloins. I cut up the roast into 3 pieces and pressed the magic button and wh-o-o-o-p it sucks out all the air. It was FUN. (Sometimes I’m easily amused, especially with any new kitchen toy.) I separated the tenderloins and sucked 3 of those into separate packages. The 4th tenderloin became our dinner. The 2940 doesn’t look exactly like this, but close.

So, I digress talking about my new toy. Back to dinner. I really like fennel. I like it raw – just to eat like celery, and I like it cooked – when it renders itself into silkiness, almost. I’d clipped the original recipe from one of Williams-Sonoma’s catalogs. The recipe resided next to the write-up about “infused” balsamic. A mere 6 ounce bottle for $19.00. I didn’t buy it (aren’t you proud of me?). But I thought the recipe was intriguing, so I substituted, as we cooks are wont to do. I couldn’t find nary a fresh sage leaf in two stores yesterday (I know, they’re out of season, but I still thought the grocery store would have them anyway). Wrong. So I used powdered sage. Surely not the same thing, but the closest I could get. And, I didn’t have this infused vinegar. But I DID have some wonderful fruit-infused balsamic that I thought might work. Indeed it did.

First you brown the pork tenderloin, remove it, then saute the fennel and shallots. I sliced the fennel in about 1/4 inch slabs. Maybe not the right configuration for this dish – next time I’d do what the recipe said – in 1/4 inch strips. The slices of fennel would work well in a baked dish, but this fennel needed to be tossed in the frying pan. A tad difficult with this large pieces. Awkward is all I can say. But, my own fault. Once the fennel is nearly cooked through, you add the balsamic. Put the pork tenderloin on top of this vegetable mixture and bake in a very hot oven until the pork is just pink through (145 degrees F), remove the fennel, then the pork to a cutting board and cover with foil briefly while you whisk the remaining sauce over high heat. The pork was perfectly cooked (pink in the middle) and the fennel (W-S calls it a confit) was kind of like a vegetable relish in a way. Not exactly like a side vegetable, but it was that too. Whatever it was, it was delicious.
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This is one side of my kitchen. When I designed this new kitchen 2 years ago, I knew I wanted a place where I could sit down with my recipes. My red-topped Dell laptop sits here at all times. I change the message that scrolls across the screensaver now and then. Right now it says “Are you ready for Valentine’s Day?” The background is red, the type in white. This area is also my baking center. Behind those wood backsplashes (behind the laptop) are appliance garages that house my Kitchen Aid mixer, blender, food processor and toaster. The lowest drawers below are a specific height to house my big plastic Tupperware bins of flour and sugar. Above on the left I keep my spices (you already saw the herbs – they live over by the range).

Hanging up above the laptop is a fold-down TV screen (it’s small) and DVD player. Sometimes when I sit here I turn on morning television. I do most of my blogging early in the morning. The laptop houses all of my photography, there’s a convenient USB hookup here for my digital camera, and my main MasterCook cookbook (my own) gets updated here. Sometimes I have stories already composed, and I merely have to press a few keys and it’s posted on those internet highways. Other times, like today, for instance, I didn’t have a story ready and had to write one. Often I write up posts in the evening after I’ve prepared dinner. After the pictures are taken, the last morsel digested. My loving DH always does the dishes, bless his heart, so after I put away any remaining food, I can go upstairs to my home office (where my Tivo lives, another gadget that I adore) and do whatever I want.

Our family room, from the kitchen

Since there aren’t all that many spices, they are confined in a relatively small space on two lazy susan rounders. I even have a tad of empty space up there on the top shelves. Only reason is that I can’t reach up that far without getting out my kitchen ladder.

So now, you can picture me perched on the chair, allowing my mind to wander, writing away. Blogging.

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When my DH was still working – this has been more than 10+ years ago now – Fay was one of the women who worked in the office (DH sold computer chips for Intel). She lived on the outskirts of our county on a small ranch. Her children were young teens then, and the family was active in 4-H. The H’s stand for Head, Heart, Hand, and Health. It’s a youth organization, centered mostly around farming or ranching families, along the lines of Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts, except the kids learn skills for raising livestock (like cows, sheep, chickens, etc.). They do service projects just like scouting does, but still the day to day work is all about farm projects.

Fay had a son who wanted to raise a pig. And usually, the deal is that the kids raise the animals, knowing from the beginning that they’ll be sold at the County Fair. Or at a livestock auction. So Fay offhandedly mentioned to DH that her boys were going to be selling a pig – their pig – at the Fair that summer. She also told us that we’d be paying a fairly premium price for the pig, but would we be interested in buying a half or a whole pig? She explained that the pig was mostly hand raised, and that part of the price is tax deductible somehow. Her son would be caring for it from day one on their ranch, the best feed, exercised well, pens cleaned out, etc. We talked it over, and Cherrie and I agreed to buy a half a pig. Fay would buy the other half. We signed up to buy it in the Fall when the pig was a little piglet. Months and months went by, and I’d forgotten all about this until one day Fay phoned to tell us that the pig was going to the Fair the next day. Oops. And that we would need to pay up in full right away. That’s when we learned how BIG the pig was. Something like 400+ pounds. Somehow I’d pictured a sweet little, demure thing, maybe 100 pounds or so. Ah well. Live and learn. Pigs are not hogs, but they’re gosh darned BIG.

The next day Fay phoned with the price and Cherrie and I mailed our checks immediately. Meanwhile, we needed to decide how we’d like to have the pig butchered – well, not how exactly, but what kind of cuts. We were faxed a page from the butchering firm, and we looked it over carefully to decide on chops, ribs, roasts, breakfast sausage, Italian seasoned sausage, plain ground pork, even hams smoked or raw, and bacon. We needed to specify how much of each. Of course, some things we didn’t know – like how many pounds of baby backs there are in a half a pig. It was quite perplexing figuring that out. We faxed back the page, and they told us to come pick it up a few days hence, depending on the smoke house schedule. The 4-H group used a company almost in Northwest Riverside (that’s about 50 miles away), out in the boonies, to do the butchering.

THEN, we got a note from Fay’s son, including the tax deduction information, and he thanked us for buying PETUNIA. Oh my. Petunia. When we heard her name was Petunia, we wanted to back out. To say no, you can’t have butchered Petunia! How could we possible buy a slaughtered pig with the name of Petunia? Sounds inhuman. Like you’re destroying a famous cartoon character. But we had to – after all, we’d agreed to do this and we’d already paid for it. It was too late, of course.

For several years we bought an animal from Fay’s son and one of us had to drive out to this butcher, with the car filled with ice chests. It was always summertime, so we needed to keep the stuff cold. They did freeze all the meat for us – that is a nice service – and it was all labeled well. Cherrie and I figured out which was which – hers and mine – and we began enjoying the pig. PETUNIA. <very big, sad faces here> I think Petunia was the very best tasting pig we had. For a couple more years we shared another pig. Cherrie bought a half by herself one year. His name was Tootsie Roll. Fay’s sons also raised lambs a couple of times too. Generally, with whatever kind of meat, we used the nice cuts first, seemed like. The chops, the roasts. Even the Italian sausage. Unless we used the ham prior, for a special occasion, it usually waited until Easter to be served. Some years it was too salty for me, so in subsequent years I asked for less smoking, less salt, which the butcher was kind enough to accommodate.

So all of this story is leading up to how this recipe came to be. Cherrie had somehow, one year, ordered a LOT of ground pork. I mean a lot. We learned over the years what we preferred – the chops, roasts, even the ribs, not so much the hams or the numerous packages of seasoned sausage. We could order the ground pork in whatever sized package we wanted – I always ordered in one-pound ones. But they often got rolled to the back of the shelves (the freezer) and began to accumulate. There are only so many recipes you can use with pounds and pounds of ground pork. Unseasoned, fairly lean, but still, it’s ground pork. The only constant was meatloaf. But usually that’s a mixture of beef, veal and pork, or some semblance of such. Veal is not very accessible these days and way too pricey anyway, so basically you’re down to ground beef and ground pork (or you could add ground turkey or chicken too). So, really, how much pork can you use up in ONE meatloaf. Two pounds maybe. When you have perhaps 25 pounds of ground pork in the freezer, that’s a heck of a lot of meatloaf.

So, Cherrie raved about this recipe for Chinese Meatloaf, and she was delighted because the single recipe used a full pound of ground pork. She’d found the recipe in the Los Angeles Times (this has been years and years ago, now, and it’s not available online). She’s changed it just a bit, but mostly it’s the original recipe: ground beef, pork, a lot of Napa cabbage, cilantro, fresh ginger, Asian seasonings, and some Hoisin sauce on top. I’d gone online to see if I could find the recipe, and did, but mostly found recipes for a meatloaf using lots of cream soup cans and bean sprouts. Yuck. This version is ever so much more authentic and tasty.

Cook’s Notes: Cherrie has added another cup of Napa cabbage to her version (the one below), and she likes to put a bit of Hoisin on the top of the meatloaf when it first goes in the oven. Not much, but about 2 tablespoons. You’ll want to use a large baking dish, like an oval or round Pyrex. Mold the meatloaf into the dish so it has space around the sides to exude the juice. The meatloaf generates a lot of liquid, so make sure it’s high enough sided that it doesn’t spill over. Halfway through the baking, you’ll want to pour off the fat. I suspect a lot of the liquid is juice from all the cabbage, but still, you’d like it removed since the fat is swimming in that water anyway. Then when the meatloaf is done, smear the top with a bunch more Hoisin sauce, because that’s the part you crave (like the ketchup part on a traditional American meatloaf). The meatloaf makes a somewhat soft texture (from all the cabbage), so let it cool for a bit before slicing and serving. She serves it with basmati or jasmine rice in which she’s shaved some carrots, and a green salad to which she adds some kind of citrus, like Mandarin oranges from the can, or some wedges of fresh orange or tangerine. Thanks Cherrie, for sharing your great recipe.
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