Never in my life would I even imagine an attempt to make roast pork, if not for my airfryer. I’ve seen Mum make this, I think, in her convection oven, and while the result is a glorious, juicy piece of meat with crispy crackling, fumbling with a huge-ass machine isn’t exactly my kinda thing. That is the reason my Mum and I are different when it comes to cooking (and other things, but we’ll talk about those later). She is the type who would gamely roast a leg of lamb and make some chunky roast beef, while “simplicity” (and preferably, “effortless”), are the words of the day for me. That…
