Pork tenderloin with caramelized onions and Reblochon cheese

Ouadie Rhabbouron

When winter sets in, we all crave dishes that warm the body and soul. This pork tenderloin with caramelized onions and Reblochon cheese is a concentrated dose of deliciousness to share with family or friends. Inspired by mountain flavors, this recipe combines simple, authentic, and incredibly tasty ingredients.

Tender and juicy pork tenderloin is an often underestimated cut of meat in cooking. Yet, when prepared properly, it becomes the star of our plates. In this version, it’s accompanied by slowly caramelized onions, which impart an irresistible sweetness and a delicately sweet aroma.

But the real magic comes from the cheese: Reblochon, the emblem of Savoyard cuisine, which melts generously over the meat, binding all the aromas together in a smooth and fragrant sauce. With its thin rind and creamy texture, it transforms this rustic dish into a veritable explosion of flavors.

This is the kind of recipe that doesn’t require complicated techniques, yet delivers results worthy of the finest restaurants. A good stew, a hot oven, a little patience… and you’re all set. The hardest part is resisting the urge to dig in before it’s even served.

Perfect for a Sunday lunch, a dinner party with friends, or even a cozy moment alone, this dish pairs wonderfully with potatoes, dauphinoise potatoes, or even roasted vegetables. Prepare for compliments: this dish is sure to please everyone, literally and figuratively!

🛒 Ingredients (for 4 people)

1 pork tenderloin (approximately 500-600g)
200g Reblochon cheese (rind removed)
3 large yellow onions
1 tbsp brown sugar
1 knob of butter + 1 tbsp olive oil
100ml double cream (optional for extra creaminess)
1 sprig of thyme or herbes de Provence
Salt, pepper

👩‍🍳 Step-by-step preparation

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