Not Quite...

I was heading anyway for a lazy food post tonight as we were having belly pork slices with Greek potatoes [and token carrots], but to be honest the end result was not up to to scratch in my book, and I was personally responsible in part as the cook in question. There was a time when we routinely, naively, cooked belly pork strips into a form of biltong: tasty, but pretty bloody chewy. Over the years, I've learned how to cook the stuff properly, but tonight I dropped the ball in my haste to knock out a quick meal. The cardinal rule of any meat cooking is proper resting, and my timing with this one was way off: spuds over, meat needing 15 minutes at least to relax, etc., etc. Oh, and the meat itself wasn't exactly over-flavoured anyway: we now have very few butchers left around here, and so we tend to rely on the supermarkets for supply; not always reliable, though. A disappointment, but it qualified as fuel nevertheless: my next bit of pork belly will be a proper, local, skin-on whole piece, slow-cooked over cider for a few hours...