tomorrow.”
“MIA? What does that mean?”
“Missing in action.”
“I know that Dingleberry, I mean why did you say that he’s MIA?”
“No biggy. I’ve texted him a few times today and he hasn’t responded.”
“Is that like him?”
“No, but he has a bunch of work to do. He’s doing all the promotional work with the bar to help Morgan and Jovana out, and he’s trying to help Sara out.”
“Sara?”
“The designer who’s working with Morgan, doing the whole barter thing.”
“Right. Sorry. Forgot her name.”
“Anyway, he’s doing all of that, plus his regular workload. He said that he’s now working full time making the same money he used to make working one weekend a month, so the last thing I would do is comment on how many hours he has to work, but I still wish he would check in every now and then.”
“I can see that. All of our clients in the service industry have been challenged. The economy, then the natural disasters, then the manmade disasters, seems like it’s one thing after another, but the good news is, it seems to be picking back up.”
“From your lips to God’s ears.”
After changing clothes, again, I hung the dress up in my closet.
I went into the kitchen and tried to decide what was next in rotation. In my reality, it’s pretty much moo, then cluck, then oink and I throw in an occasional gobble to keep it interesting. On the rare occasion that I’m trying to be a little more circumspect with my diet, I might throw a swimmer in rotation. I must be getting older because I do that a little more often these days.
I decided to do slow cooked pork chops, with garlic, which for me is a very adventurous spice, with some mashed potatoes, no surprise there. Steamed veggies for AJ and ice cream for dessert for me, but he can have some too.
I pulled out my electric skillet, I have no idea why, but the pork chops just cook better in the electric skillet.
I tried to decide how late AJ would be but the beauty of my pork chops is that it doesn’t matter if I cook them for 30 minutes or 3 hours, they come out great.
I grabbed some pork chops out of the fridge. I got those really thick ones, boneless, on sale the other day. I’ll just butterfly them. Not exactly the same as a regular chop, but it will work.
I turned on the electric skillet, which was now sitting on a thick wooden cutting board that I’d laid across my kitchen sink. Normally I put it over the stove and cook there since I can use the overhead fan if something starts to smoke, but this particular recipe is more likely to splatter and I can clean that up more easily in the sink area. I put a silicone pad, one of the ones made to protect the bottom of your oven from drips, under the skillet on top of the wood. Starting the house on fire would create even more of a mess than browning a piece of pork.
Normally I have the TV on for background noise, but the lightening’s hitting so hard and fast that chances are good I’m gonna loose power a few times before the night is over. I’m always worried about my TV blowing up, so when big storms hit I unplug that puppy. I’ve got a Zap Cap on the electric meter outside because it’s supposed to be a really good surge protector and I’ve got everything plugged into surge protection inside, but a couple of years ago I was at my parent’s house, when lightening hit the house down the street. By the time everything was said and done, there was one hurt fireman, several traumatized neighbors, including me, and half of the house gone. The house was rebuilt better than new, and they now have a second story on it, but they lost things they can’t replace. Now I’m a little paranoid.
I slapped my pork into the electric skillet, love that sizzle noise, was a little over generous with the garlic, added some white pepper, some ginger, and let them brown. Once the first side was done, I repeated the process on the second side, and then added veggie broth to the meat,
“MIA? What does that mean?”
“Missing in action.”
“I know that Dingleberry, I mean why did you say that he’s MIA?”
“No biggy. I’ve texted him a few times today and he hasn’t responded.”
“Is that like him?”
“No, but he has a bunch of work to do. He’s doing all the promotional work with the bar to help Morgan and Jovana out, and he’s trying to help Sara out.”
“Sara?”
“The designer who’s working with Morgan, doing the whole barter thing.”
“Right. Sorry. Forgot her name.”
“Anyway, he’s doing all of that, plus his regular workload. He said that he’s now working full time making the same money he used to make working one weekend a month, so the last thing I would do is comment on how many hours he has to work, but I still wish he would check in every now and then.”
“I can see that. All of our clients in the service industry have been challenged. The economy, then the natural disasters, then the manmade disasters, seems like it’s one thing after another, but the good news is, it seems to be picking back up.”
“From your lips to God’s ears.”
After changing clothes, again, I hung the dress up in my closet.
I went into the kitchen and tried to decide what was next in rotation. In my reality, it’s pretty much moo, then cluck, then oink and I throw in an occasional gobble to keep it interesting. On the rare occasion that I’m trying to be a little more circumspect with my diet, I might throw a swimmer in rotation. I must be getting older because I do that a little more often these days.
I decided to do slow cooked pork chops, with garlic, which for me is a very adventurous spice, with some mashed potatoes, no surprise there. Steamed veggies for AJ and ice cream for dessert for me, but he can have some too.
I pulled out my electric skillet, I have no idea why, but the pork chops just cook better in the electric skillet.
I tried to decide how late AJ would be but the beauty of my pork chops is that it doesn’t matter if I cook them for 30 minutes or 3 hours, they come out great.
I grabbed some pork chops out of the fridge. I got those really thick ones, boneless, on sale the other day. I’ll just butterfly them. Not exactly the same as a regular chop, but it will work.
I turned on the electric skillet, which was now sitting on a thick wooden cutting board that I’d laid across my kitchen sink. Normally I put it over the stove and cook there since I can use the overhead fan if something starts to smoke, but this particular recipe is more likely to splatter and I can clean that up more easily in the sink area. I put a silicone pad, one of the ones made to protect the bottom of your oven from drips, under the skillet on top of the wood. Starting the house on fire would create even more of a mess than browning a piece of pork.
Normally I have the TV on for background noise, but the lightening’s hitting so hard and fast that chances are good I’m gonna loose power a few times before the night is over. I’m always worried about my TV blowing up, so when big storms hit I unplug that puppy. I’ve got a Zap Cap on the electric meter outside because it’s supposed to be a really good surge protector and I’ve got everything plugged into surge protection inside, but a couple of years ago I was at my parent’s house, when lightening hit the house down the street. By the time everything was said and done, there was one hurt fireman, several traumatized neighbors, including me, and half of the house gone. The house was rebuilt better than new, and they now have a second story on it, but they lost things they can’t replace. Now I’m a little paranoid.
I slapped my pork into the electric skillet, love that sizzle noise, was a little over generous with the garlic, added some white pepper, some ginger, and let them brown. Once the first side was done, I repeated the process on the second side, and then added veggie broth to the meat,
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