The Last Post (of the night)

[desperance]

So: the persimmon bread is decanted, and the sourdough is done. I have peeled back the skin from the lower half of the pork joint (this pig really does now have wings) and slathered the exposed meat with a marinade of onion and garlic and rosemary and fennel seed and chilli flakes and salt and pepper; that's all clingfilmed over and will sit all night, before being flipped over to lie skin-side up on a bed of rosemary sprigs and mead, where it will roast very slowly for hours'n'hours. Oh, and I also sharpened my big knife in order to score the skin through and through, for crispy crunchy purposes; even very good knives need a bit of maintenance now and then.

Oh, and speaking of crispy crunchy, I addressed the pig's head with a kettleful of boiling water, in the way that the Chinese do with ducks, in hopes of crisping that up also. And speaking of Chinese, I think I might rub the skin over with five-spice powder in the morning, just to see what comes of it. If I have any five-spice powder. Hmm... *checks* Yup. Not much, mind - but I won't need much. Just about that much.

Meanwhile, Karen has taken pity on me and/or despaired of getting anything useful out of me tonight, and has ordered pizza. I nearly had an attack of the Sheldons - "But it's not Friday! We have pizza on Fridays!" - but resisted manfully, on account of being too weary to be obnoxious, if you can believe it.