What is it about the fair that makes you forget about clogged arteries and the hygiene of the people who are serving your food? Full disclosure to those who remember part of the premise for this blog was to eat healthier: I ate a corn dog, split a chocolate milkshake, had a few bites of pizza and had my first, second and third fried oreo at the Virginia State Fair last night.
FRIED OREO. These people will seriously fry anything. I saw signs for fried twinkies and fried candy bars too, but I thought fried oreos would be the lesser of these evils. And they are evil. In the most delicious way. If you've never had one and are as curious as I was how they do this, its very simple actually: dunk oreo in funnel cake batter (!), deep fry and sprinkle with powdered sugar. Life may never be the same for me.
So after all that deep fried goodness, we thought we should make a healthier dinner tonight. There was pork in the fridge that we needed to cook and I had been craving potatoes since I went to a running nutrition clinic a few weeks ago and was told they are a great food for runners (apparently so is chocolate milk - this running thing's not so bad). Ty picked up a pound of red skin potatoes from the store and took a turn as my sous chef (thank you Iron Chef America for that bit of culinary lingo) and washed & cut the potatoes for me.
We decided to try steaming them so while that was doing its thing, I got started on the pork. I've had mixed results cooking pork, the majority of the time its because the pan is too hot and the outside starts to burn before the inside is done. This time I decided to do a little experiment and I think I may have had a major breakthrough: I believe I've discovered Medium-High heat.
This breakthrough started when I turned the stove to 4ish instead of 6ish to heat the pan. On my stove the heat scale goes from 1 to 10, so it would seem obvious that medium heat would be 5 and medium-high would be somewhere between 6 and 8. Obviously the engineer of this stove disagrees, so I now know that 4ish is the mysterious medium-high heat. I knew this when I put the pork in and got a soft sizzle instead of the snap, crackle, pop I was used to. (I've decided the serious sizzle you hear on the Food Network is sound effect trickery) The other problem I've had with pork in the past is that is was dry. To solve this I put a lid on the pan to keep in the moisture and hopefully help the pork cook a little quicker before the outside had a chance to burn.
Why these little tricks have never entered my mind before is beyond me. A lot of tears and a few expletives could've been avoided. I flipped the pork after a few minutes to find a lovely golden brown crust had formed. There is a recipe in my cook book that has a yummy looking dijon sauce in it that you make in the pan once you've removed the pork by adding chicken broth, dijon mustard and half & half. I didn't feel like buying half & half for this recipe because I probably wouldn't find anything else to do with it and it would go bad. I HATE buying things and having them go bad, which happens fairly often when you are convinced you can cook but you really can't. So instead I improvised by making my own honey dijon sauce by taking the pork out of the pan (done to perfection might I add), deglazing the pan with chicken broth (there's that fancy word again) and adding dijon mustard and a little honey. I probably should've measured these but I was feeling dangerous and we ended up almost not having enough.
Verdict: awesome & easy!
Total cost: around $8 (with plenty of leftover potatoes). I seasoned the steamed potatoes with spray butter, salt, pepper and italian seasoning and they were great! We have a good amount leftover and Ty had the brilliant idea that he's going to sautee them a little in the morning for our breakfast mmmmm. The pan sauce was also really good, but we needed more of it.
End of the meal treat: Ty brought me a chocolate covered strawberry from a work party he had today, he knows the way to my heart is anything dipped in chocolate (or fried in funnel cake batter).