Do you have a recipe that you turn to whenever you’ve run out of ideas for dinner? Or when you just can’t summon the energy required to think? I’ve got one. It’s just bonus that it’s comfort food too.
As a child I wasn’t a fan of this dish, mainly because I wasn’t a fan of ginger. I would pick through the dish to find every last morsel of pork and leave behind a plateful of ginger in my wake. I think ginger is a grown-up ingredient. Along with coriander and eggplants. No one ever likes them as kids but now that we’re all grown up, we can’t get enough of them. That being said, you can get my son to do just about anything if you had a jar of candied ginger. He absolutely loves it. Yeah, we’re baffled too.
My version of this dish is quite different from my Grandma’s version. My husband always jokes that I make Pork with ginger while my grandma makes Ginger with pork. The amount of ginger she uses is easily three times what I use. It’s still really really good. The empty plates can attest to that. I just prefer to let the pork hog the limelight. No pun intended. My version is also drier and its flavour more intense.