I’ve always loved pork chops-especially when they are cooked on the bone. I was nicknamed “chops” as a child for good reason.
I’m visiting my brother and sister-in-law and promised to cook them dinner. On their fridge they’ve posted a message: Eat fiber — Drink water.
A childhood “tic” of mine persists. When my brother imparts a subtle, or not so subtle, suggestion to me, I tend to do the opposite. Forget the Quinoa and Mixed Greens for tonight. I perused Susanne’s recipe file and discovered a Pork Chops in Beer recipe. I’ll serve it with a side of buttery mashed potatoes. (Sibling issues never totally disappear.)
But neither one of them complained about this recipe. Man, oh man, these are really, really good–especially served with smashed potatoes.
