Liveblogging the dinner, part three

[desperance]

Forgot to mention, of course: I have also done three loads of washing-up. Partly because I have been nicely trained, but mostly because there is truly no alternative in this house. Apart from the fact that I like to use the same pots over and over, there is utterly nowhere to put dirty pots and dishes. Except in the sink and on the floor, of course, but I need both of those. I have a teeny tiny sliver of a kitchen, and limited spillover; so when I'm doing a dinner, I wash up as I go. And put stuff away also. *is extraordinary*

Next up: Chairman Mao's red-braised pork. One of his favourite dishes, allegedly. Something of an exercise in compare-and-contrast, as my own slow-cooked pork will be on the table at the same time; his is more variously flavoured (star anise, cassia, chilli), but mostly I want to do it because it starts with caramelising sugar in oil, and I'm curious to try that. Eek. I foresee more washing-up, with specific reference to burnt sugar...

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I just looked on Wikipedia, and it says there that the hand is the 'arm shoulder' of the pig. Which makes sense to me. Certainly it doesn't include the blade.