Mmm, Pork Chops
I'm really tired tonight. I don't have any real reason to be tired, but I'm tired anyway. Bone tired.
I told Tom about 4:00PM that I didn't want to finish the day; I was ready for it to be over. Tom probably would have let me get away with crawling off to bed, but Jason isn't that way. When he hits the door every day the first thing he says is, "What's for dinner?"
Finally, about 6:00, I dragged myself off to the grocery store to get something for dinner -- no groceries in the house. I decided to cook out on the grill since that seems more entertaining than slaving over a hot stove so decided to get some of their juicy looking pork chops.
The grocery stores where I shop tend to package meat for two servings or for four servings. Since I'm usually cooking for three, this is a pain in the rump. Tonight, however, someone slipped because there were some gorgeous chops packaged beautifully for six servings. I snatched them right up.
After lighting the grill, I came in and repackaged three servings for the freezer and seasoned the remaining three for grilling. I actually got one of them on the grill before dropping the plate. Ever watchful for such things, Cricket snagged a chop and took off but I tackled him and wrestled it from his grip before he could clear the patio.
We had just finished sweeping and cleaning the patio. I eyed the pork chop I retrieved from under the grill and thought . .well, there isn't anything GRITTY on it, after all. And cooking it should kill any stray germs . . .so I took it inside, rinsed it off, re-seasoned it and put it back on the grill.
I couldn't quite use the same logic with the chop that Cricket and I had a tug of war with, although the teeth marks were barely noticable. Tell me, what would YOU do? Break up the perfect threesome in the freezer or cook the Cricket chop?
When I was taking the nice, juicy chops off of the grill, I dropped one again -- the same one I had dropped the first time. *sigh* Preparing dinner is getting more complicated than I imagined it would be. Screw it. I threw it back on the grill for a moment to sterilize it, then served it up on Jason's plate. He doesn't care about such things -- he eats dirt all the time.
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Cricket likes to eat bird seed. He also likes to tear bags of stuff open. Tonight, I re-filled the feeders while grilling the chops. When I came in to serve dinner, I accidently left the bags of seed out. I guess Cricket was trying to make up for his pork chop loss because none of the bags were salvageable. Now, I have a kitchen garbage sack full of a new seed blend.
