Pork Roast

We finished our Sunday lunch with coffee and homemade bread and jam.

On my slice of bread I had Sweet Orange Marmalade which reminds me of Paddington Bear. 

In Norway, Lisbeth served homemade orange marmalade! She shared her recipe with me. So far I haven't made it. I confess.... it is too easy to buy a jar at the store. 

Today, the pork roast, potatoes in their jackets, carrots and onions took me back in time to Sunday Lunch at Grandpa and Grandma Skrivseth's place. 

I suppose my sisters and I ate the proper amount of meat and potatoes and gravy. There was always a small shiver of horror if I happened to see translucent onions floating in the gravy. Now I know they are delicious, but back then it was a struggle to get past them. 

The main thing I remember was Grandma's wonderful homemade bread. Slathered in butter. When we ate at Grandma's table we must have depleted the bread supply. I  remember Jo Ellen or Rhoda being reminded to go in the kitchen and slice more bread.

Another memory is nearly as painful as the thought of sticking my tongue on a frozen piece of metal. (Fortunately, this has never happened to me, but I've heard about other children who had the misfortune of that unhappy event.)

In my case I was dreadfully embarrassed one day. My fork caught my lip and pinched it between the tines. There I sat, with tears streaming down my face, unable to get that wretched fork to let go of my lip. Probably there were screeches coming from my throat, too. I can't imagine I suffered in silence. Someone came to my rescue and helped me.   

Sunday supper was more bread and butter and cold, sliced pork roast. 😋 

Someone made a lot of bread at Grandma's place. 

This memory is taking me to bread baking instead of pork roast preparations. Let's get back on track. 

Ellis buys pork loin from HyVee when it's on sale. He has it cut into roasts. On a Sunday  morning he sears it on all sides in a cast iron dutch oven. He also will sauté onions, cut up carrots and potatoes, throw all of this into the Dutch oven with much shaking of several seasonings, pour chicken broth over it and bake in the oven. 

At lunchtime, he slices the meat, I make gravy out of the broth and we have a feast. Thankfully,  I've learned to make gravy without lumps of flour to disturb us. (Another story some of my friends will remember.)

Come visit us.  Let us know ahead of time so we can thaw the meat and we will have a party.