These are the voyages...of the Pork Chop Enterprise...DAAAA-DA-DUMMMM....
“I don’t have pet peeves,” he said, correcting the interviewer. And with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he added, “I have major, psychotic hatreds.”
-the late George Carlin, (via the NYT)
A minor psychotic hatred of mine was recently inflamed in the Meat Department of Stew Leonard’s.
Who, I fumed, will pay prime prices for a steak in the shape of a 3-ring binder??? WHOOO???
Of course, as I was thinking this, sleep-deprived mommies and hungry bachelors were edging around me, trying to get at my “reject” stack of cellophaned, lopsided meat.
Ushering my shopping-cart-pushing Man away from the misshapen beef (and similarly ill-fated lamb...CURSES!), we took stock of the Other White Meat selection.
Luckily, the pork didn’t suffer the same madman with a hacksaw, so into our cart went 4 evenly butchered, bone-in pork chops. As we navigated through the one-track maze that is Stew’s, I pondered brining possibilities; I knew I had a 6-pack of hard cider in the fridge, and it seemed as good a place to start as any.
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