Ham Steaks with Cherry-Balsamic Sauce

Ham Steaks with Cherry-Balsamic Sauce could be just the gluten free and dairy free recipe you've been looking for. One serving contains 454 calories, 45g of protein, and 17g of fat. For $3.75 per serving, you get a main course that serves 2. 62 people have tried and liked this recipe. A mixture of 5 spice powder, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, and a handful of other ingredients are all it takes to make this recipe so tasty. It can be enjoyed any time, but it is especially good for valentin day. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes about 20 minutes. It is brought to you by Healthy Delicious. With a spoonacular score of 91%, this dish is outstanding. Similar recipes include Steaks With Balsamic-mustard Sauce, Bison Steaks with Fig-Balsamic Sauce, and Ribeye Steaks With Balsamic Mushroom Sauce.

Servings: 2

Preparation duration: 5 minutes

Cooking duration: 15 minutes

 

Ingredients:

1 pinch five-spice powder

½ cup balsamic vinegar

1 cup frozen cherries

2 Jones Dairy Farm ham steaks (from 10-ounce twin pack)

1 tablespoons olive oil

1 pinch salt

2 teaspoons sugar

Equipment:

sauce pan

grill pan

Cooking instruction summary:

Combine the first 4 ingredients in a small saucepan over medium heat. Bring to a simmer, stirring frequently to help the cherries break down. Cook for 10-15 minutes, or until reduced by half. Season with salt. Keep warm.Heat the olive oil in a grill pan. Cook the ham steaks, turning frequently, for 5 minutes or until heated through.Serve the ham steaks with cherry-balsamic sauce.

 

Step by step:


1. Combine the first 4 ingredients in a small saucepan over medium heat. Bring to a simmer, stirring frequently to help the cherries break down. Cook for 10-15 minutes, or until reduced by half. Season with salt. Keep warm.

2. Heat the olive oil in a grill pan. Cook the ham steaks, turning frequently, for 5 minutes or until heated through.

3. Serve the ham steaks with cherry-balsamic sauce.


Nutrition Information:

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454k Calories
45g Protein
16g Total Fat
26g Carbs
34% Health Score
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Calories
454k
23%

Fat
16g
26%

  Saturated Fat
4g
27%

Carbohydrates
26g
9%

  Sugar
22g
25%

Cholesterol
101mg
34%

Sodium
2902mg
126%

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Protein
45g
91%

Vitamin B1
1mg
122%

Vitamin C
77mg
94%

Phosphorus
616mg
62%

Vitamin B3
11mg
58%

Selenium
35µg
50%

Vitamin B6
0.87mg
44%

Zinc
4mg
31%

Vitamin B12
1µg
30%

Vitamin B2
0.48mg
28%

Potassium
966mg
28%

Iron
3mg
18%

Vitamin B5
1mg
15%

Magnesium
59mg
15%

Copper
0.24mg
12%

Manganese
0.23mg
11%

Vitamin E
1mg
7%

Fiber
1g
6%

Vitamin K
5µg
5%

Calcium
38mg
4%

Folate
11µg
3%

covered percent of daily need
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