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Receta Porktastic Holidays!
by Violet Séverine Blanchard

Okay, so it's a given that by the time the holidays are over you have gained about 10-15 extra pounds and you feel like a terrible pork and cookie addict with no memory of the word salad. You instinctively reach for the gravy even though you're on your lunch break at work eating a Vietnamese sandwich. You can't figure out why there is no pie or cake to be had after your breakfast coffee and toast. Trust me, I know how you feel. You are not alone. Take a deep breathe and repeat after me "Cookies can't control me, cookies can't control me, cookies can't control me". There, feel better? No? Okay, screw it. Finish your leftovers and turn on your cable TV pilates workout. That's all I got for ya. Hell, that's all I can muster. Here's what we've been eating this holiday season:

Thanksgiving 2009

Sweet Bourbon glazed Ham

Creamy Garlic Mashed Yukon Gold Potatoes

Mi Abuela's Stuffing de Cubano

Braised Swiss Chard with Toasted Almonds

Spicy Red Eye Gravy

Who doesn't love the all mighty pig? Unless you're Muslim or Kosher you have no excuses. Pork should be in at least three of your daily meals in some shape or form. Studies show that the consumption of pork greases your insides so that your body can digest more evenly hence helping you live a longer and more fulfilling life (Heck I'm no scientist, but that sounds good to me).

I went down to my favorite butcher shop, trying my best to avoid the millions of shuffling tourists standing in my way as a sockeye salmon gets flung over their heads by a bunch of screaming fishmongers, fish juice whipping the poor saps in the face. I picked out the prettiest bone-in hog thigh (ham) I could find. All natural, locally sourced pork. I tend to pick ham over turkey for Thanksgiving. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a nicely cooked turkey. But when it comes down to it, ham is yummier. So I roasted the ham for a few hours, brushing the glaze on every 1/2 hour or so. The sweet smokiness that the bourbon provides is blissful and the skin gets so incredibly crispy and amazing that you'd kill anyone that stood between you and your chicharrones.

Mashed potatoes are one of those ubiquitous dishes that seems to find it's way onto every holiday table. There's a reason for that. They're freaking delicious when cooked properly. Yes, there is a skill to making good mashed potatoes. I like to whip them up in my Kitchen-aid after simmering the hell out of them in salted water. Then I add a good amount of cream, butter, salt, pepper, chives, and roasted garlic.

Here's a video from Chow.com that shows you how to make perfect mashed potatoes. Do these steps and you can't fail (assuming you're not the worst cook ever).

I've been eating my grandmother's Cuban stuffing since I was a baby. Yes, it's sort of an odd stuffing but it still is the best I've ever had. Ground beef, ground pork/sausage, potatoes, allspice, seasoning, and a specific brand of prepackaged stuffing mix. It's just one of those family dishes from the past that you try to recreate on a higher quality culinary level (i.e. making my own bread crumbs and not using prepackaged stuff) but it just doesn't work out. It's like our grandmothers made a special pact with these companies. Every time Grandma uses a jar of Ragu Garlic and Herb Flavor Tomato Sauce in a casserole she gets a royalty check.

To add some green to dinner I braised some Swiss chard in olive oil with garlic and crushed red pepper flakes. To finish the dish I tossed it with toasted almond slivers. I love winter greens. The bitterness cut with a little lemon or sherry wine vinegar. I try my best not to make vegetables an afterthought but when you have a juicy ham roasting in the oven that's all you can think about. But alas, the greens did show up to the dance and we're all healthier people for it. Eat your greens kids, they're good for ya!

Don't forget to top everything off with delicious gravy!

Red Eye Gravy

Remove the ham for the roasting pan. Pour off a little of the fat but keep all the ham juices and some of the remaining fat. Put the pan over medium heat on the stove. Add the butter. Whisk in the flour and cook for a minute. Add the coffee and hot sauce, whisking to combine. Let the gravy cook and thicken for a minute of two. Adjust seasonings. Pour over everything.

Christmas 2009

Lechon Asada Con Mojo (Cuban Roast Pork)

Arroz con Frijoles Negros

Coles de Bruselas con Mostaza (Brussel Sprouts with Mustard)

As a Cuban, growing up we always had the traditional Noche Buena (Cuban Christmas Eve dinner). The roast pork, black beans and rice, fried plantains, yucca con mojo, etc. It's a tradition that I failed to continue through the young, rebellious years after leaving home. As I get older these sentimentalities are creeping back into my brain. You come to realize that some traditions are not just "the products of uninspired imaginations used for the purpose of control and conformity" and that by roasting a freaking pig on Christmas Eve doesn't make me any less of a rebel rouser. It's not like I'm buying war bonds with my Bush bucks (whatever the hell that means). Anyways, to get back on track, pork is in my blood. I am Cuban. Swine is my spirit animal. If I was blind I would have a seeing eye pig.

I went back to favorite meat guy and bought a huge pork shoulder roast. My butcher knows that I am a pork addict. He even said "Hey, do you ever eat anything not pig?" "Sure I do." I said. "I also love those spicy sausages you sell" "Those are made of pork too ya know." He yelled while laughing. I got my roast and I headed home to make a mojo. Cuban mojo is easy. Fresh sour orange juice (or orange juice and lemon juice), lime juice, garlic, salt, pepper, fresh oregano. I marinated the pork overnight in the mojo. Bright and early Xmas morning I turned the oven to 200 degrees F and roasted the beast for 8 hours. When the time was up, I poked the pork with a fork (that was poetic) and it fell apart into juicy shredded Cuban pork. Serve with the juices and mojo and you're good to go. We'll be having Cuban sandwiches, BBQ pork sandwiches, carnitas tacos, you name it, for weeks. My Kitty Clara was the most excited about all the leftover pork. She's such a vulture.

My Cuban black beans are vegan. No ham hock or bacon in this this recipe. Just black beans, water, salt, pepper, onion, green peppers, garlic, sugar, and vinegar. Very simple but so tasty. Serve over white rice and you're good to go. By cooking the rice in the bean broth you end up making Moros y Christianos. The black beans signify the Moors and the white rice the Christians. That's one of those things that seems like it could be racist but not really. It could be worse I guess. So anyways, leftover frijoles negros can also be transformed into black bean burgers, spicy black bean soup, etc... I have to come up with more ideas considering I have like 3 gallons of the stuff. Good thing I love black beans.

Brussel sprouts are another great go to vegetable. Quick and easy to make and it always seems to impress people. They always say "I don't care for Brussel sprouts" until they try mine. A little butter, white wine, mustard, and chicken stock and you have the best tasting baby cabbages around. Here's my recipe for Seastack Brussel Sprouts.

So fine, you gained a couple pounds and your cholesterol is a bit high, and your pants don't fit anymore, and your skin feels greasy. Isn't that what the holidays are all about? Decadence and debauchery. Over-indulgence and low self-esteem. That why New Years conveniently comes along with it's resolutions and black out drinking. So we can drink champagne to forget this past tragic year and come up with an amazing array of ways that this year will be spectacular. The next day, the next year we will rise out of the dirty ashtray and pull our pants-less bodies out of our neighbors bushes and get a greasy breakfast to start the New Year of right. We can start working on those New Year's resolutions tomorrow right after we get rid of these freaking headaches.