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Make the most of grilling season with reader recipes for Barbecue Lean Pork from Anita Lee, Gale's Barbecue Trout from Gale Petreny and Auntie Shirley Potatoes from Patti Mersereau-LeBlanc.
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Barbecue Lean Pork
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Anita Lee's barbecued pork dish is easy and flavourful.
JESSICA LEE / WINNIPEG FREE PRESS files
Anita Lee's barbecued pork dish is easy and flavourful.
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Note: The pork can be basted with the remaining marinade half-way through cooking. If cooking on the barbecue, place the meat on the grill over medium heat and keep a close eye to ensure the sugary marinade doesn't burn.
JESSICA LEE / WINNIPEG FREE PRESS files
Anita Lee's pork dish can be done on the barbecue or in the oven.
JESSICA LEE / WINNIPEG FREE PRESS files
Anita Lee's pork dish can be done on the barbecue or in the oven.
— Anita Lee
Gale's Barbecue Trout
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Freepik
Adding lemon to barbecued trout is never a bad idea.
Freepik
Adding lemon to barbecued trout is never a bad idea.
'Many years ago, I had the opportunity to go to Cranberry Portage to officiate at a local wrestling tournament. While I was up there, I was invited to go ice fishing. We caught a number of lake trout and my host taught me how to cook up our catch. Maybe it was the fresh-caught trout or the pride in catching the fish, but this was the best fish I had ever tasted. This is the only recipe I use now to barbecue fish and is a gold standard in our family. Even the kids that don't like fish love this recipe!'
— Gale Petreny
Auntie Shirley Potatoes
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'When I was a child my family would go out on my Auntie Shirley and Uncle Dalton's house boat on the weekends. There was camping, fishing, and swimming all weekend. Endless fun! And of course my aunt would make these potatoes. I loved them. Throughout the winter I would ask my mom to make them but didn't know what to call them, so they became Auntie Shirley Potatoes.'
— Patti Mersereau-LeBlanc
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