Look, the jury’s still out on this one.
I just can’t say for sure… is it Pan Haggerty or Panackelty? I think this is a cross between the two.
Mum calls it the latter (actually, mum calls it Penagalty… and she’s likely right…), in any case, whatever you want to name it…
I call it Delicious!
This dish is something I grew up on.
Just like every other (part) English rose, a dish cooked lovingly by mothers for their families, and passed down to daughters… although, I think it possibly originated from Ireland…
Note to self: Your research has holes.
Anyhoo, this recipe is one my mum made for me, and her mum made it for her and so on, and so on.
Of course, I being me, cannot ever resist putting my spin on the classics, so I’ve turned a true peasant dish into something a little more extravagant (if you consider adding stock instead of water and fresh sage, splashing out…?).
So my friendly peeps, please enjoy this gorgeous golden oldie, straight from the Stump family archives and get some seriously mouthwatering, Pork on your Fork!
Until Monday… xxx