In spite of being one of the tastiests appetizers which match perfect with a glass of ice-cold beer, pork cracklings are not a type of food poets
dedicate poems to.
Most of the women I know think that eating pork
skin no matter how prepared, is disgusting. But I love to eat most of the
things declinded by 'sophisticated people' - I prepare myself and order in
restaurants where offered such things like crispy
chicken cracklings (you can not imagine how crunchy they are), trippa
alla fiorentina, pacha, the
typical Bulgarian Shkembe chorba, pig
trotter's soup...But let's go back to the pork cracklings. They are crunchy and dry on top and melting
soft inside. And something
also important - they do not need much time to be prepared. My husband loves them and today I make them for him - he has a nameday. Today is Saint Dimitrius day - one of the most important Orthodox saints who is celebrated every year on October 26. Happy nameday, Dimiter! Wish you all the best!
It is Indian Summer outside, there is no doubt.
The weather got unexpectedly warm after two weeks of freezing morning temperatures and biting winds, swirling tree leaves in the air. Sunshine came out of the grey clouds some days ago, but people did not have much trust in this change and put on their warm jackets again. But, the sun was even warmer on the next day. And so, mistrustful at first, but more and more relaxed over time, people started taking off the layers of blouses they had under the jackets and the time of T-shirts was back again. And the time of long talks in the gardens and yards, parks and restaurants over a glass of beer or two.
Which reminds me, that I have a recipe to share.
Crispy chicken cracklings - something delicious, cheap and easy to make.
Here is the recipe which celebrates the Indian Summer:
It is not too cold outside. But it was a strange day. I had so many things to say, but I did not. Sometimes it is too late to say a word. But anyway, I was a kind of sad and wanted to prepare something to warm me up from the inside, a healthy, filling meal. Celebration of life, joy of the little things. Soup prepared with simple ingredients, but with love and affection. Tasty and satisfying. It turned out absolutely delicious. Here is the recipe:
