Pig roasted in Guinness: the only way to eat ham.

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Last night was the type of night that would make you fake having bubonic plague just to avoid going out. It was windy and rainy - the sort of rain that goes sideways and soaks you within nano seconds of being out in it. You just have to think about going outside and there you are - drenched. And the wind was so bad that we had to shut a sock in our front door to stop it banging. A great idea from the inside - but from the outside it just looks like some weird drug-dealer sign, you know like the sneakers over the power lines? Just half a dirty sock hanging out the door, flapping in the wind. We’re all class.

But, having said all that, we did end up braving the elements.

What could possibly lure us out from our two heatpumps blasting a toasty 28 degrees each you ask???

Ham roasted in Guinness.

Oh yes, our dear friend with her bountiful knowledge of all-things-cooking, created an absolute masterpiece! The recipe was again from the Men’s Health mag and was again a total winner. Now I like ham at the best of times, but to be smoking hot out of the oven, basted in stout, and served with roasted carrot and parsnip, mexican corn bread and a perky little relish - it was nothing short of exquisite.

We drank some Grolsch with it which was refreshingly crisp compared to the salty, molassesy ham. It was a good match I think. We were wondering if we should maybe take some stout or a dark ale to have with it but I’m really glad we didn’t. I think a lighter beer definitely complimented the dish rather than over-powered it. The ham already has a very pungent flavour and when you couple it with something like Guinness, I think drinking it with a dark beer would just be overkill. I also had a Boags Premium with it too and that worked in nicely. I guess the crisp beer kind of acted as a palate cleanser in between enormous mouthfuls of dirty, fatty, delicious roast swine!

Anyway, I’m about to go and make lunch now but for some reason I can’t seem to face the little blister pack of 97% fat-free “ham” smirking up at me from the fridge.

I think I’ll just have a guinness instead.

Cheers!