The door most often used in our house is the one between the garage and the locker room, just off the entrance to the kitchen. A surprising number of people know the code to the garage, and I never know who might be here when I hear the electric garage door opener start grinding. There is a thunk of a sound when that white steel door between the garage and the house opens, that signals human presence. I love that sound. David came in the other day, the door slamming behind him. Before he entered the kitchen he audibly inhaled, and with his exhale came those vibrating sounds that accompany words like Yummmm and Mmmmmmm.
“How lucky can a person be to come home to these
smells?” he said, his arms making their
way around my waist, or what should be a waist.
A kiss and a squeeze prefaced his head leaning over the stove top, his
shirt expanding from the back as he inhaled. “Mmmm, Pork and Peppers!”
My mother learned to make Pork and Peppers from Mamma
Jaramillo. She lived next door, when we lived in our old two bedroom house on
Elm Street in Shelley, Idaho. Nine of us
squeezed into that tiny space back then.
I don’t recall much about that time. We moved to Pennsylvania when I was five. But I do recall riding our tricycle around the driveway, Libby’s arms cinched around my chest, and Vicky Jaramillo, Mamma’s granddaughter, chasing after us. Mamma had an old black cook stove in the corner of her kitchen. Fired by coal, there was always a pot of beans going, and warm tortillas bubbled all golden and fresh right on the iron stove top. The aromas or roasting chilies and simmering pintos wafted through the doorway. Those scents still make me feel happy and safe.
I don’t recall much about that time. We moved to Pennsylvania when I was five. But I do recall riding our tricycle around the driveway, Libby’s arms cinched around my chest, and Vicky Jaramillo, Mamma’s granddaughter, chasing after us. Mamma had an old black cook stove in the corner of her kitchen. Fired by coal, there was always a pot of beans going, and warm tortillas bubbled all golden and fresh right on the iron stove top. The aromas or roasting chilies and simmering pintos wafted through the doorway. Those scents still make me feel happy and safe.
When we moved from Idaho to the City of Steel in southwest
PA, our mom carried the recipes of our Mexican immigrant neighbors with
us. They visited our memory whenever mom
made Pork and Peppers, or a big pot of pinto beans, ringing in my mother's mind in that broken English:
“Missa Hansen, you haffa always adda cold water to da beans.”
Mamma Jaramillo roasted large Anaheim peppers on her hot cook
stove, tucked into the opening over the coals.
Mom cooked her peppers skin and all, letting their flavors infuse into
the golden pieces of pork before she made the gravy. (We inevitably had a small
pile of pepper skins in the paper napkins beside our bowls when dinner was
over.)
This recipe, to me,
is uniquely my mother. I am not familiar
with anyone else who makes it. So every
time I make it I think of Mom, and I think of that little house on Elm Street,
and Mamma Jaramillo. I think of various people, old friends and new ones,
sitting at Mom’s counter, leaning over a hot bowl of pork and peppers, their
foreheads sweating, a large glass of milk beside their bowls as a creamy
chaser.
Libby’s friend Carrie, who has become my friend as well,
still talks about her first time eating Gram’s Pork and Peppers. They sat around Libby’s kitchen table in
Kansas City when our mother visited once. The peppers were
particularly hot in that batch. They
scooped their spoons into the gravy, their eyes watering as they swallowed. It hurt to breathe, the passage of air
increasing the heat in their mouths.
Carrie said it was a love-hate relationship. The heat made her want to stop. But the taste made her dip her spoon back in
the bowl, over and over until the serving was spent and their hairlines were
wet. You kind of need a good bowl of ice
cream after such a meal.
When my kids were little we started defining things we were
eating as being physically hot or spiritually hot. Peppers are items that vary in their
“spiritual” heat. The seeds and little
internal veins are where most of the heat is stored. If you suspect your peppers will be too hot,
strip the veins and discard most of the seeds before you add them to the
recipe. If you’re a fan of spiritually hot food, keep ‘em in there.
I have taken to roasting my peppers, because I don’t love
the skins. Here’s how I do it:
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| Roast peppers under broiler till skins are black. |
| Cover and let steam, releasing their tough skins. Line sheet with foil or parchment |
Use nice crisp, fairly large Anaheim peppers. I use about 10-12 for a large batch, 6-8 for a smaller one. Wash the
peppers and place them on a cookie sheet, which has been lined with foil or parchment
paper. Put cookie sheet a few inches
from the broiler in your oven. Broil until the skins are black. Turn and brown the other side of the peppers. When they are mostly black, remove from the
oven. You can then place the peppers in
a paper bag to let them steam, but I put another cookie sheet on top so that it
creates a metal steam box. After they
are cooled, remove the top and peel the skins off the peppers. Discard the
skins. Cut the stems from the peppers, and remove some of the seeds. Cut into 1” slices.
| That's my thumb, for size reference. |
| Cook pork till it's well browned, adding the flavor you want in your broth. |
Cut lean pork into 1” chunks. Mix 1 T salt and ½ T pepper into 1 cup
flour. Toss pork chunks in flour mix,
shake off excess four and cook in hot oil in a large heavy-bottomed pot on the
stove top. You can use a large fry pan,
or a deep pot. Oil should be about ¼ – ½ inch deep. Make sure your oil is hot
before you add pork. Turn each piece until they are nice and golden. Remove pork and set aside while you cook
more. Repeat until all your pork is cooked.
(Add more oil to pan if you need to.)
Return pork to the pot, and add sliced peppers. Cover with chicken broth or hot water with
chicken boullion to taste. I’m guessing
use roughly 1/4 c bullion for a couple quarts hot water. Turn flame to low and let simmer for an hour
or three. The flavors should infuse
while the pork tenderizes. (Note – if I
use pork chops with bones on them, then I cut the meat from the bones, then
boil the bones in water to make the broth for this recipe. I’ll add boullion for more flavor if needed.
Do not over use boullion. You do not want
it too artificial chicken flavored. The
peppers and pork browning's will add flavor. You can always add more flavor
later.)
Taste the broth. You
may want to add more salt and pepper, or bullion, or even more broth or
water. If it tastes yummy, you can serve
it thin like a soup, or thicken it with a roux ( in recipe below) or with flour which has been
stirred into cold water. If you have
roughly a half gallon of liquid in the pot, do this:
Add 1 c. white flour to 2 c COLD water. Mix well with a whisk, until there are no
lumps at all. Add more water if the
mixture is too pasty. Pour this mixture into boiling pepper/pork broth,
stirring constantly. I often use a nice
square spatula to stir, so I can constantly scrape the bottom of the pan. My
mom used one of those springy whisks I call a “boinger.” When slightly thick,
like a thin gravy, serve over cooked
rice, with a nice glass of ice cold milk.
Cheers, Mom! I sure
miss you!
Pork & Peppers
Pork (tenderloin
or chop meat, even country ribs if they’re not too fatty) maybe 2 pounds?
Anaheim peppers
(light green, long triangular peppers) 6-10 or so,
Salt and pepper
Chicken broth or water
and bouillon
Flour
Rice
Olive oil or any
cooking oil
Cut peppers into 1” rings. If
the peppers seem to be particularly hot, take the seeds out of the inside and
discard them. Cut fresh pork into 1 - 2
inch cubes.Dredge pork with flour, salt and pepper and cook in about ¼ inch of hot olive oil (use a large heavy pan if
possible). To get the good flavor the pork should be nice and brown, with brown
drippings forming in the pan. The yummy
lies in the browning. Stir in sliced peppers and let them sort of “roast” with
the meat, stirring every minute or less. If necessary add more oil, or even butter, and
when the meat is quite brown but not burnt, add about ¾ cup flour and stir it
into the fat. You need enough oil in the
pan to absorb the flour…that’s how the gravy is made and not lumpy, if it’s
incorporated with the flour. Add a quart or two or three of broth, enough to
cover the pork and peppers. Stir over medium heat until it has no flour lumps
(the lumps will stir out as heat increases).
If it’s too thick, add broth or water.
If too thin, mix ¼ c. flour with 1 c. COLD water until it’s not lumpy,
then add it to the hot gravy in your pan (stir). Turn heat to low and let simmer for a couple
hours (at least an hour). Meanwhile cook
rice (serve it over the cooked rice) or get some yummy soft bread to dip
with. Be sure to taste the broth and
make sure you have enough salt. Best when shared. Keeps in fridge for a while,
or can be frozen.


i need some...NOW!! Makes me miss her too. Several friends at the temple tonight told me they are loving your blog. So grateful for you and this wonderful gift. I think the power of suggestion will have this on my table this weekend. Love you!!
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