On Saturday, my mother made the most unbelievable of roasts in her convection oven: Roasted pork belly.
When my knife plunged ravenously into the (very divinely) marinated meat, the crackling of the crispy skin was more heavenly than the sound of angels singing.
Feast yer eyes...
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I finished up every bit of my dinner that night (the lumps of fat that I removed from the meat doesn't count - lean meat is the only way to go for me).
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