Papa’s Pomegranate Honey Pot Roast

On Friday afternoon, after nearly two months of waiting, an offer came. I said yes and then I did what I always do when something worth celebrating arrives: I cooked. Not to impress anyone, not for a dinner party. I cooked for Yeshua — a full Sunday feast, the kind that takes all day and fills the kitchen with something that smells like warmth and gratitude and effort. A pot roast. Laffa bread. A salad I wanted more of. And a honey date cake with a salted honey caramel that I am still thinking about.

This is that meal. Everything I made, everything I learned, and the one recipe I am most excited to share.

Papa's Honey Pomegranate Pot Roast

This is the star of the table, and it almost didn't have a name until it was finished and I realized it was something entirely its own. The flavor profile is fruit-forward but not sweet — pomegranate molasses, fresh blood orange juice, and date-soaking water form the braise, while ras el hanout, red wine, and apple cider vinegar do the work of keeping everything grounded and savory. It is rich without being heavy. It is festive without being fussy.

The pot roast is fruit-heavy but not sweet — because the ras el hanout, red wine, and vinegar are doing real work against it.

The cut is a chuck roast, dry-brined uncovered in the fridge the night before — which is the single best thing you can do for a pot roast. The exterior dries out slightly, which gives you a better sear, and the salt has time to work all the way through the meat. The result is a roast that is seasoned deeply, not just at the surface.

Before searing, I rubbed the roast with ras el hanout — a North African spice blend that is warm, complex, and faintly floral. It is exactly the right thing for a braise this fruity. The spices bloom in the hot pan and create a crust that carries through the whole cook.

One thing I will do differently next time: the honey glaze. I finished the roast with a glaze of honey, monkfruit brown sugar, burgundy mustard, and apple cider vinegar — the way you'd glaze a ham in the oven at the end. It is a beautiful technique, but it does not translate the same way to pot roast. The glaze doesn't set and caramelize the way it does on a dry ham. Next time, I'll use the honey as part of the brine instead — coating the roast in honey before adding the kosher salt, then letting it sit uncovered in the fridge overnight. I think that is where the magic will live.

The other lesson: add your fruit and aromatics late. I added the dried apricots, blood orange wedges, and leeks from the beginning, and while the flavor was wonderful, they lost their color and texture over the long braise. If you want those jewel-toned fruits to hold their integrity and look as beautiful as they taste, add them after the roast has been braising for at least an hour, hour and a half. They only need time to soften and absorb — not the full cook.

The Rest of the Table

The pot roast was the anchor, but a feast needs a table around it. Here is what else was on mine.

Laffa Bread with Za'atar Oil

Yeasted Israeli flatbread, kneaded by hand and properly fermented, cooked on a very hot skillet until charred in spots and pillowy in between. Brushed while hot with good olive oil and za'atar. It blistered beautifully and had the kind of chew you only get from a real dough that was given real time to rise. A future post will have the full method — it deserves its own space.

Butter Lettuce with Blood Orange Vinaigrette, Taleggio & Green Olives

Butter lettuce left in whole leaves, scattered with green olives, fresh dill, shaved taleggio, and pomegranate seeds. The dressing is a blood orange vinaigrette — olive oil, rice wine vinegar, microplaned garlic, honey, burgundy mustard, salt, and pepper — and it is one worth writing down and keeping. The taleggio was a recommendation off the back of the olive jar, and they were right: it is like a softer, more savory brie with real umami depth, and it pairs with a briny olive better than you'd expect. I wanted more of this salad after everything else was gone. That is always the sign.

Honey Date Cake with Salted Honey Caramel

Honey, khalas dates, and warm spices — that is the whole cake, and it is somehow everything. I use khalas dates specifically: they are softer and more caramel-toned than medjool, with a flavor so milky and rich I call them my dulce de leche dates. I soaked them in hot water, peeled away the fibrous outer skin, and folded them into the batter, where they become tender little pockets of sweetness against the crumble of the cake. The spices make it taste almost like a coffee cake — warm, fragrant, completely at home next to a cup of tea. On top: a salted honey caramel made with honey, monkfruit, heavy cream, butter, and sea salt. Refined sugar free, completely. A full post is coming for this one — it earned it.


The wine for this table was Justin Cabernet Sauvignon 2022, Paso Robles. Open the bottle and the first thing that reaches you is soft perfume — florals, no alcohol, nothing sharp. It feels more like a pinot than a cab. On the palate it is creamy and smooth, the oak barrel aging coming through as vanilla, the kind of wine that pairs as naturally with dried fruit and honey as it does with a quiet evening. I did not find it jammy or too sweet. It felt like a wedding wine to me — generous, approachable, something you could drink all night long without ever feeling like you were working at it. It was exactly right for this table.

This is what gratitude looks like in my kitchen. A day of slow cooking, a table set for something worth honoring, a meal that took effort and returned more than it cost. Everything from scratch. Every element with intention.

If you make the pot roast, I want to hear how it goes. And if you make it with the honey brine — tell me what you find. I'll be doing the same.

— Made on a Sunday, in thanksgiving

Written by Xia

Xia writes about faith, food, travel, and the everyday, and always points back to God and Yeshua.

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