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No… not how to make a jerk, or deal with a jerk… how to make jerk… pork or chicken. Delicious Jamaican dish.
Cat asked if I had a recipe. Not that I’ve made myself. But this is the one I’m going to try this week:
http://www.dianaskitchen.com/page/poultry/jerkchk.htm
I’ll let you know how it turns out! 
April 20th, 2008 at 3:56 pm
Thanks, Kathi!
Ooooh…I have most of the stuff to do that tonight, too. It would necessitate two more chicken breasts and an orange.
Think I would leave out the scotch bonnet, though, as Will is sensitive to that sort of thing; and I would either leave out or cut back the sugar, because despite my sweet tooth, mixed sweet and savoury upset my stomach, and the orange juice will just about take it up to my threshold.
We also don’t have an outdoor grill–or an outdoors, for that matter. If I mix it all up at once, without marinating, and toss it in the oven in a casserole dish for two hours, does that seem like a thing that I would need to be smacked for?
April 21st, 2008 at 5:51 am
Can you have jerk without the scotchies? Mmmmm I dunno. And baked? Not sure what the results will be. I bet it would still taste *good* though!!
I read yesterday that you can use a George Forman type grill to do it on. I dunno about the results though.
Also read in a book about jerking pork, that they cover the cooking meat with “sheets of zinc” … er… um… perhaps it IS zinc… but it looks like the same stuff that’s on nearly every roof in Jamaica!!
April 21st, 2008 at 7:36 pm
His Nibs wanted spaghetti instead, and since technically I’m in essay lockdown mode, I was only too happy to just not get dressed at all and sit here typing furiously in dirty pyjamas. But I’ve got the recipe down in my book, with the scotch bonnet included, because he DOES visit his parents once in awhile.
Alas, we don’t have a George Foreman grill. Well, he has something similar, but it’s in storage; we’re down to three saucepans, a stock pot, two casserole dishes, a slowcooker, and thirty-seven thousand unsatisfactory frying pans.
Baking probably won’t turn out *quite* right, but the results should let me know what changes I need to make so it will in the future.