Ok so we've got our 'duck' marinading in the fridge, now to tackle the cassoulet, which in Jackspeak means it has beans in it. Because of course it does. Let's slop to it.
Step 1. Make your 'base'
Jack's base is finely sliced onion, leek, celery and carrot. Now I'm no slop maven, but finely slicing is an odd term. Surely chopping a small dice would be more appropriate?? I try to slice the veggies as per the directions, but they end up much larger than I would normally chop them for a stew. Of course all these veggies get slung in a cold pan and the oil added later.
Jack's recipe stipulates a teaspoon of oil. And with my half recipe that means half a teaspoon of oil to cover a quite substantial amount of vegetables. It's sadder than the measly quarter tsp of coffee.
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The veggies are still drier than the Gobi desert but Jack wants me to cook them on a medium heat for 10 minutes until they soften.
10 minutes later...
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They look exactly the fucking same
Step 2. The rinsing of the beans.
Funnily enough, Jack doesn't ask you to use baked beans here, but I end up buying them cos I can't find cannellini or haricot beans anywhere (Jack states they are interchangeable). Maybe Norwegians are secret bean rinsers?? I find I'm quite excited to take part in this ancient ritual.
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Praise beans
Jack tells me to keep the liquid from the beans but I SHAN'T because I don't hate myself. The beans are added to the pan, along with the 'booze' (all alcohol is interchangeable) and the tomatoes. There is no cooking off of the wine, so the whole thing smells overwhelmingly of alcohol. I sprinkle in the herbs which add to the raw pungency, and then top off with the stock.
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Sloptastic! But also fucking raw. Jack's two favourite textures.
Step 3. Cook for an hour(!)
This is highly extravagant for Jack. But seriously, SOMETHING has to soften these veg. By now it's 7pm and I'm hungry. But I must wait for the magic to happen. Time to drink some wine then.
One extremely long hour later...
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To be fair, things do look a lot more cooked now. But that acerbic raw smell from the wine and herbs lingers, somehow. There's about as much depth of flavour here as a dry cracker - I don't need to even taste it to tell. I've suddenly lost my appetite.
Step 4. Slice your pears and 'fold' them in.
I forget to do this. I've drunk too much wine on an empty stomach.
Step 5. Cook your jackfruit.
I'm hoping the jackfruit has absorbed some flavour after an hour in the fridge. And miraculously all that oil has disappeared

. Jack tells me to discard the leftover marinade, but there is none, so I dump it all in a hot frying pan. It sizzles and actually smells quite appetising...
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As I'm frying all the oil the jackfruit has sucked up oozes out again. Despite this, it's the only bit of the dish with any structural integrity so I'm quite looking forward to trying it.
Jack once again asks me to 'fold' the jackfruit into the bean slop. I'm not sure this is necessary as this is not a cake - mixing it together will suffice.
Step 4 (again).
Fuck! I remember I forgot the pears!
Jack tells me she has no manners and drinks the juice from the tin. Well, when in Sloptown... (look away now
@blurstoftimes whilst I put another appendage close to an open tin)
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Pears are 'folded' into the slop. I decide a little video might be nice of these defenceless pears sliding to their doom.
(apols for my music on in the background - probably breaking all manner of copyright laws. Also this video will self destruct in 24 hours)
Step ???. Lemon.
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This was supposed to go in somewhere.
Step 6. Sprinkle with breadcrumbs and POBP and SERVE.
Fuck, what have I done?