A few weeks ago I went out to dinner with some girlfriends and did my favorite thing: ordered something that I never make at home myself.
This time? A pork chop.
Yes, pork chops – not terribly exciting, but the one and only time I made pork chops was as a newly married 20-something who knew very little about cooking, especially when it came to cooking meat. Those pork chops I made in our little apartment more than a decade ago more closely resembled an old shoe than a juicy, great tasting piece of well cooked pork.