I sliced up a few onions into rings and put down about a half-inch
blanket of onion slices in the blue baking dish I stole from kili
(it was you, wasn't it, kili?). Then I put a pork roast on the bed
of onions. As my mother directed, I put tons of garlic powder and
paprika on it (fat side up), and a bit of salt and pepper.
Half-dozen or so smallish whole red potatoes around the edges, and
it went into the oven uncovered at 350F. The house smells *amazing*
right now. (Mom says a half-hour per pound, so it should be done
rignt in time for dinner; I'll go look up what temperature it should
be, just in case.)
Serene
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