pork loin, apple, salad

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Butterflied pork loins are brought out from refrigeration and brought up to room temperature.

Honey and mustard glaze is prepared for the pork loins. 

Apple is cut into wedges to cook briefly with the pork loins. 

Raspberry dressing is prepared for a green salad, the salad ingredients are assembled.

Cast-iron pan is pre-heated to medium high. The pork loins are two different thicknesses so the thickest one is started first and finished last. The thinnest pork loin is turned first. The honey/mustard glaze is applied as soon as the pork loin is turned. 

Apples wedges are  added to the hot pan when the thickest pork loin is turned. The heat is cut off so the apples and the thickest pork loin cook on its second side about half on residual pan heat. As you know, the cast-iron pan retains heat impressively well. Conservation!

Salad is assembled while the pork loins rest.

Service plate assembled. 

pork chop breakfast, green beans, applesauce

Strange look'n breakfast, in'nit? New American Breakfast, sixth in a series, extolling the virtue of vegetables and avoiding an over reliance on grain.

Pork loins fried and pressure cooked to tenderness earlier, like probably even a week ago, and held in the refrigerator.

Green beans steamed.

Applesauce -- one large Granny Smith (not recommended by applesauce makers -- too tart) peeled, chipped into pot, cooked on low until tender, with butter, cinnamon, processed with Grand Marnier because it was just sitting there and I thought, "Eh, what the heck."

I have a whole bag of limes on the counter, sort of in the way actually, but for some strange reason, and I do not understand this so I cannot explain the utterly contemptible laziness, but I was completely resistant to simply cutting one and squeezing it over the beans. Then the whole time I was eating it I was sitting there thinking, "This would be a lot better with lime," while they were still there available for cutting and squeezing. I guess I subconsciously figured the Granny Smith was tart enough.

Water instead of coffee because my abject laziness extended even to making coffee, although it sounds pretty good right now.