Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Tenderloin TLC: Roasted Rosemary Pork Loin

We don't eat much pork in our house.
I never really knew how to treat to coax the best flavors out of it...
how to really love it.
I mean, I knew about the classic pork and apples combos but it just never really appealed to me.

Until I had Tracy's Roasted Rosemary Pork Loin at one of those diamond-in-the-rough church Christmas parties.
{You know, the kind of potluck with a motley crew of mismatched pans and rubbermaid bowls full of the most mouthwatering deliciousness... You know the kind.}

She put together this gorgeous pork loin that was succulent and laden with rosemary and sweet juices.
Changed my pork-less little life.

Here's how to treat your pork loin right:

You start with rosemary.
Lots of it.

Gather and mix brown sugar, sherry, garlic and some grainy mustard.
Dump in the chopped rosemary.
Prep the bath...the loin is about to luxuriate in this...

Sprinkle a hefty amount of salt and coarsely crush pepper over the prepped loin.

Douse the seasoned meat in all of the brown sugar and rosemary mixture,
and pop that happy little baby into the oven - covered nicely and tucked in with tin foil.

Be sure to set your timer for every 45 minutes or so to take out the meat and spoon the juice over the top;
it will keep the meat glowing.

You're going to cook it for a few hours {depending on the size of your roast} and for the last hour or so take the foil off and let it crisp up a bit on the outside.

And then...plate her up and give that girl the close-up she's begging for.

Me still, my heart.
Pork tenderloin heaven.

Roasted Rosemary Pork Loin

5 lb pork tenderloin
2 cups dark brown sugar
2 tablespoons sherry
1/2 tablespoon grainy mustard
salt + pepper
garlic + fresh rosemary
{be liberated from the confines of the recipe and use the garlic and rosemary to taste.}

Cover with heavy foil and bake at 325 for 3-4 hours.
Remove pork loin every 45 minutes to an hour to baste in sauces.
Remove foil 1 hour before the end of cook time.
{Adjust cook time for a larger/smaller roast.}

This is such a great holiday recipe.
It screams Christmas to me.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Some Things...

Here's the thing.
My little old brain is much too overloaded - full to bursting - with Very Important Information for school.
To the extent that I normally can't compose a coherent thought and spit it out in conversation...
and I definitely can't sit here and write an intelligent blog post.

So. Here it is. My random, catch-all blog post.
(They call it "flight of ideas" in nursing.)

You've been warned.

I have a new food love.
Cowboy Caviar.

It's a zingy little blend of corn and beans and peppers and a few tomatoes scattered throughout.
But it's not just a regular old's got this little acidy vinegar thing going on and it's so stinkin' good I could cry.
I put it in just about everything.
On top of nachos is my favorite thus far.
{I got this particular kind here.}

Speaking of school.
Was I speaking of school? No?
Oh well...
Speaking of school, it's going fabulously.
I mean really, I've gotten quite used to seeing B's scribbled on my tests instead of A's and that is a step in the right direction.
The first few B's just about gave me panic attacks and heart palpitations (yep, I was the student that thought anything less than a 90 was failing) so it's really very nice to have gotten desensitized to the 84 and 85%'s that just keep on popping up.
You know what they say, If you can't beat 'em; lower your expectations and join 'em.
...or something like that.

And can I tell you about the friends I've made in nursing school?
They are fabulous and totally inappropriate and smart and cute and keep me {mostly} sane through this crazy time in my life.
I'm really coming to love those girls.

I started clinicals - the bit in school where you actually go to a nursing setting and take care of real, live people instead of totally creepy adorable rubber dummies.
I love that.
But I do get a little confused from time to time about my boundaries.
Like...we were at a nursing home last week and this great elderly lady was jabbering on and on about how much she loves her nude nylons but she only has one pair left and it has a large run that was started by her big toe and she really wishes she either had more nylons like that or she had some clear stuff to paint on it and make it stop running and she asked her niece to bring her some new ones but her niece hasn't yet and is on a cruise right now so she wont be back for a long time and maybe I could rinse them out for her and set them somewhere nice and warm to dry...
You get the idea.
I had the most overwhelming desire to leave my nursing duties right then and there and drive myself to Walgreens and get this lady a little egg-ful of nude nylons.
Seriously. She was the cutest thing.
And then I realized that probably wasn't within my scope of practice and didn't do it.
But boy, did I wash those ripped nylons well.

Beck loves soccer.
{Told you this was going to be random.}
And he is so, so good.
So good, in fact that he makes about 95% (I'm being modest) of the goals during his games.
So good that Mr. B. let me in on a little dream he has for our family...
He thinks we could get Beck into a European soccer club and ride the boy's soccer glory all the way to England or Spain or Italy or somewhere fabulous like that.
{You know, those Europeans are very serious about their football.}
Which sort of scared me and excited me at the same time.
I mean, nothing like putting all your eggs in one {little, 6-year-old} basket.
Pressure, much?
But also, if that happened I would be over-the-moon excited.
Until then we'll just watch our dude dominate the crappy community soccer fields and be really, really, glowingly proud of him.

I think I want to make a big commitment...
Are you ready?
It's huge. It's actually scaring me because it's so huge.
I want to commit to doing another A Day in {insert month here} series.
{If you don't know what I'm talking about, click here.}
I was just looking back at those posts and marveling over how much life has changed since then.
It's fun to see what we did on a regular old day...
Would you join me if I started it up again?

Another blog-related commitment I'd like to make:
A photo challenge.
Since I got this new camera I've been a picture-takin'-fool and it might be fun to have a little guidance.
Alicia did a great one and I'm thinking of giving it a whirl.
{yeah, it says "august 2011." whatever. I'm unorthodox like that.}

Okay. Enough rambling.
I think I covered it all.
Food, school, nude nylons, pipe dreams about European soccer, overcommitments to blogging.
Yep, I'd better stop while I'm ahead.

I know I don't update the blog too often anymore but I certainly can find the time to tweet a lot.
So follow me here if you want to keep up between blogs.

Friday, October 7, 2011

How Fall Should Be

I'm going to join the chorus and say, "Fall is my favorite season."
I've been loving all of the pumpkin-spice-latte and boot-wearing and leaf-crunching Fall rhapsodies clogging up my twitter feed.
I give a hearty "amen" to every single one.
{Although, I did read this funny blog post...but I have a feeling she's in the minority.}
So...with no further ado, I give you my own tribute to Fall...
The {second} most wonderful time of the year.
{Christmas still holds down the #1 spot in my heart.}

Blue skies and a sun-colored Chevy bound for the other side of the river.

Rosy cheeks and a ferry ride.
Cluttered counters and a supper made entirely of crusty french bread and fresh apple butter.

A weekend afternoon spent at the apple orchard breaking in my new shoes. truly happy the color orange can be.

Reaching into the treetops to pluck the perfect specimen.

The perfect apple pickin' basket.
{Evie loves her Blessing Basket; a perfect Christmas gift.}
The sweetest yellow, leather shoes and stripey leggings.

Discovering that corn comes in browns, eggplant, orange and red.

A really juicy bite.

Colors so vibrant you could have sworn they were paints on a canvas.

Finding that apples can make quite nice stand-ins for soccer balls.

Making the time to just be with homework, no concerns.
Just babies and apples.

To hear more of me waxing poetic about the glories of Autumn, see these past posts: