May 12, 2009 | Cooking
A frustrated woman is an unhappy woman. And friends, today I am one frustrated woman.
Studs is a huge lover of pork chops. Poor guy. Every time I fry them they come out tougher than leather soles on Florsheim shoes. Now Studs is a gentleman. He chomps on the damn things with a stamina that would make an Olympic champion proud. Whereas I want to sob as I gnaw away in disgust.
I’ve tried light browning, medium browning, cooking in wine, and/or chicken stock and anything else you can imagine. At this point, I’m ready to try voodoo dolls!
If any one out there has one shred of pity for my plight, please share your technique to fry a pork chop that’s edible. Studs would sure apprciate it.
Sweet as Honey…Hotter than Hell