I’m in a holiday rush. Maybe you are, too. Maybe you’re even too harried and hassled to read this right now and just want to cut to the chase. You want to know what to make for dinner and you want something snappy. You want to make a dish so delicious that no one at your dinner table will find anything to complain about. You’d maybe like some peace and quiet, too. If you want fast and easy and peace and quiet, then you should make this pasta tonight. Everyone will be so busy feeding their faces that they won’t have anything to say except maybe, “OMG Mom, YUM” or “Goooooooood dinner, Mom” or “MORE PLEASE” and you won’t even care that whoever fed you the compliments just did so with her mouth stuffed full of Alfredo. I’d take a compliment or two over quiet, wouldn’t you?
As you can tell from the sale ad and Fan Mail, Balistreri Sendik’s stores are unveiling their new line of Black Angus beef today. As we all know by now, the Balistreri family has some pretty high ideals when it comes to what they’ll sell in their stores. They shoot for the stars. They’re always looking for the best. And so it would stand to reason that offering their customers this amazing brand of beef is really no different than business as usual.
I’m pretty sure these are the best pork chops I’ve ever made. No, they’re not bikini friendly. And yes, they will require an extra three hours or so on the treadmill, if you care about your waistline getting to jiggly and that sort of thing. I took the hit. It was worth it.
I don’t really have much else to say about these chops, but I do have one helpful little tip I’ll offer (which I gleaned from watching many hours of Food Network and did not invent on my own): when it comes to breading food — any food — work with one hand. This way you always have one clean hand available to adjust the heat on your stove, or brush your bangs out of your eyes, or return a text from your smallest child who has messaged you from upstairs to ask you what’s for dinner.
A casserole — I know. Casseroles get a bad rap. Most of the casseroles I’ve encountered deserve it though. Canned soups, canned vegetables, processed cheeses — no wonder I look back on the 70’s and shudder — it wasn’t only because my mom dressed me in plaid pants and subjected me bowl haircuts on the kitchen table (I’m not bitter). Casseroles….they can damage you for a long time.