Bastardized pork belly biriyani

[ezcol_1half] "  NO REASON NEEDED, NO APOLOGY GIVEN.  " I'm not religious.  I don't have to explain why there's pork, or fat-laden pork belly to be exact, in my biriyani. Some truths hold themselves to be self-evident.  Very few gets realized. I also don't have to explain this recipe's utterly impure pedigree, a zig-zagging parentage between Southeast Asian and Indian and even a little of Chinese, making it an indecent, inglorious, bona-fide bastard.  Drifted increasingly untethered to any particular nationality or culture, I feel somewhat of a kindred spirit to such mis-bred type, comfortable, reciprocal, defiant even.  From one bastard to another, we know what we like, no reason needed, no apology given. Right is right.  Good is good. [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end][/ezcol_1half_end] [ezcol_1quarter][/ezcol_1quarter] [ezcol_1quarter][/ezcol_1quarter] [ezcol_1quarter][/ezcol_1quarter] [ezcol_1quarter_end][/ezcol_1quarter_end] [ezcol_1quarter][/ezcol_1quarter] [ezcol_1quarter][/ezcol_1quarter] [ezcol_1quarter][/ezcol_1quarter] [ezcol_1quarter_end][/ezcol_1quarter_end] [ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end][/ezcol_1half_end] [amd-zlrecipe-recipe:215]