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I helped out in the kitchen while my mother made pork
chops, and thus learned how to make them. I couldn't
ask her for the recipes, and she never uses them. You
know what it's like trying to get cooking instructions
from someone who doesn't use measuring cups or timers
or anything because she simply knows what she's doing?
Arrgh! But despite overwhelming odds I learned how to
cook this dish, which I hereby dub My
Mom's Pork Chops. It's broiled pork chops with mushrooms
and bell peppers and garlic over rice. As I've packed
regular Uncle Ben's white rice instead of the more bento-friendly
sticky rice, eating this is likely to be an adventure.
Mom always served these chops with steamed
broccoli (well, boiled, but I can't be a slave to
tradition) covered with the most delicious hollandaise
sauce on the planet. However, that's tricky to make,
so I have to be satisfied with salt. Ah well, another
recipe for another time. Finally, I have blueberry
mochi. Traditionally this meal ends with key lime
pie, but I didn't think that would microwave too well.
Wanna talk
about it?
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