Russian Pork

Don’t ask me why we call this recipe Russian Pork. That’s just what my Son-in- law named it. LOL. He got it from a friend in Florida when they were visiting and it became a family favorite.

I’m going to ask you all before I post- Do you like this recipe Wednesday feature? I haven’t gotten much response to the posts, nor much interest from other authors to post…so if it’s not something you’re interested in, I will just discontinue it. Please let me know your opinion. Thanks! ❤

2- medium yellow onions- diced

1- green pepper-sliced

1- yellow pepper-sliced

1-orange pepper-sliced

6- stalks celery- diced

1lb sliced mushrooms

6- cloves chopped garlic

1 1/2lbs cubed pork. (you can use pork shoulder, or boneless country ribs, or pork butt)

1 jar mayonnaise.

In a dutch oven coat bottom with olive or vegetable oil. Sweat vegetables on medium heat for about 20-30 minutes to bring out sweetness, add pork and brown. Season with salt, pepper, paprika, and chili power. add entire jar of Mayo , stir, cover and reduce to medium low heat, simmer for 2 hours.

Serve over mashed potatoes.

Since this is a “Russian” recipe and mt hero in Howl Sassy is a hot Russian. Let me show you Sebastian.


Most shifters are lucky to find one true mate in life. A hundred years after the murder of his first mate, the Goddess gifts Sebastian Von Drake with a second match. However, his sassy mate resists their union. Her past hold secrets she doesn’t want to share.
Alice Miller is drawn to the stick in the mud wolf like no one she’s ever met before, but she can’t mate him and risk everything. Why won’t he take no for an answer?
Danger, intrigue, traitors, spies, and secrets…combined with the irresistible passion of a shifter for his mate. Bastian will claim Alice, come hell or high water. No matter how much the sassy wolf howls.

Another two dozen roses were delivered to her door and Alice barely managed a meager smile for the poor delivery man as she slipped him a tip and slammed the box on her granite countertop. “Crap on a cracker! Why can’t the damn wolf take a hint! I can’t mate him. For the love of God, who knows what the hell that would do?

“Now, he’s got me talking to myself! Great! Just confirming what the whole world thinks, I am a crazy Polack. Oy! If Gramps finds out about this he’s going to send me to the Gulag! I may as well pack my bags now. He’s going to turn into his werewolf and eat me for brunch! Maybe I should cancel going to the wedding? Ugh, I can’t do that to Jenna—” Just then her cell phone rang, her mother’s number displayed on the caller I.D.

“Hi, Momma.”

“Hey, baby, what’s up?”

“I just got flowers from that crazy wolf again.”

“You better tell your grandfather what’s going on, before it’s too late.”

“But Ma—”

“Dontcha ‘but Ma’ me, you know you have to. He needs to know. If you two are really mates that wolf isn’t gonna go away. Grandpa needs to know, and you two need to figure out what to do together.”

“Ahh man, he’s gonna kill me, isn’t he?” Alice whined.

“Your grandfather loves you. He won’t kill you. He might growl a little, but he won’t bite…much,” her mother soothed.

“Yeah right. Will you come with me?”

The other end of the line was suspiciously quiet. “Umm, I think this is something you need to do on your own.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re afraid of the old geezer.”

“Well…maybe a little.”

“Send your only daughter into the lion’s den, but you won’t come yourself.”

“Haha, it’s not the lion’s den, it’s the wolf’s.”



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