So I returned from a weekend trip yesterday to find a half eaten pork roast in my fridge...not that notable except:
The night before, the BF had called at around 9:30 at night asking how to "cook" a beef roast. I was a bit taken aback by this question because BF insists he doesn't like and doesn't ever want me to cook beef. I only make it when he's not around. Not knowing exactly what he had dug out of the freezer (and knowing that he's DEFINITELY not a very adventurous cook/eater), I was a bit stumped as to what to tell him to do.
Upon further inquiry, I determined that he had a) pulled said "roast" out of the freezer and put it into the oven
frozen at 400 degrees and b) that it had been in for at least an hour already. Still trying to figure out what piece of meat he was talking about (not having much freezer space, I take a pretty frequent inventory of what's in there and couldn't remember a roast). I figured maybe it was actually a top round or tri-tip or something like that.
When he told me how big it was, I told him to go ahead and cut into and tell me what he saw/felt. Said it was pink but cool and "how much looooonngger, I'm hungry!!" Figuring he wouldn't really care what it tasted like, I told him to cut it in half, baste it with some olive oil and season with S&P and keep going another 15 minutes then take it out, let it rest for 10 minutes and hope for the best.
Returned from the airport last night and found the half eaten PORK roast which he had seasoned perfectly (not sure with what) and cooked perfectly--in fact it was melt in your mouth tender and wonderfully flavorful, even cold.
Lunch at home today was toasted sourdough bread, spread with the drippings from the roast, several nice thin slices of the pork and the first freshly snipped arugula from my garden. Fantastic!!
"Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad." Miles Kington