Isn't that a weird tree? It seems out of Whoville.
Breakfast was out of a storybook too. So yes at first it appeared impossible but last night's Mexican Smothered Pork Chops were improved upon this morning for a breakfast extravaganza! For easier morning digestion, I added the pinto beans in with the sauce, and the leftover pork chops were reheated underneath to make them even more tender.... and then..... poached eggs on top!
You're welcome!!!
The lettuce, onion tomato on the side like a true restaurant breakfast plate.
I was kind of beside myself again, just tickled pink and struck by the sublimity of the dish as a whole.
There are several various types of pleasure a cook gets from preparing meals. If I use all my produce and not waste, that's an accomplishment because I'm not squandering money regardless of if the food was great. When I invent something, I get a chip that can erase one of the thousand voices in my head screaming that I am a piece of shite. When I make dinner and I like it, that is satisfying. When I love it, it can be euphoric. When the person you're cooking for loves it and you love it too, and in your mind you know other people would love it, it almost transcends normal satisfaction and branches into some sort of zen peace of mind or bliss, no matter how fleeting. It's pretty damn cool.
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