So I'm at Hy-Vee last night, buying supplies for the continuing "Gourmet Polyfro" series of dinners I've been cooking for myself lately. 1" thick Iowa Pork Chops, stuff to bread the chops, ingredients for a cheesy potato bake (with bread crumb topping!), etc. You know, the good stuff.
My neighbor stopped by as I was in the midst of cooking all this to drop off a letter that had been mistakenly placed in her mailbox, and she was astonished. Apparently most guys she knows, her husband included, can barely boil water for Mac&Cheese, much less prepare a meal such as the one I was preparing. What are you supposed to say to that? I'm sorry? Good thing you can cook? Quote Vanilla Ice from his movie "Cool as Ice" and say "Ditch that zero and get yourself a hero!"? I wasn't sure, so I just said "You bet." And then invited them over next week for an epic feast that will be so epic the word epic will not be sufficient in describing its epicness.
I'm being modest, but those chops and especially the potato bake were quite tasty. Very much so, as a matter of fact. The best part is I cooked up all three of the pork chops so I could chop up the leftovers and make burrito-wraps this weekend. Those will be phenomenal as well.
You bet.
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