Adventure cooking

The pork chops turned out fine. And it’s a little embarrassing that I’m bringing them up now after so long. But guys. They were so good. So good that I’m sharing the recipe. And some awful pictures of them.

I dub them, Bueno Pork Chops.

Because that’s the extent of my command of the Spanish language.

Get this: 

1 medium onion

1 can green enchilada sauce

6 pork chops (mine were 73 percent defrosted)

Cumin

Chili powder

Garlic salt

1 small can green chilies

Shredded cheese (I used mozzarella because it was all I had in my fridge)

Do this: 

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Preheat oven to 350. Chop the onion and set aside. Spread the enchilada sauce evenly in the bottom of a 9×13 ungreased baking dish. Add the onions, dispersing evenly. Season the mostly defrosted pork chops with cumin, chili powder and garlic salt on both sides. Place pork chops in the sauce and onions. Spread a spoonful of green chilis onto each pork chop. Put a generous amount of cheese onto each pork chop.

Cover with tin foil and back 35 minutes or until pork chops are done.

I took the foil off and baked it for 5 minutes more. Mostly out of paranoia that my husband would suffer death by undercooked meat.

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Serve with rice. Add a dollop of sour cream to the pork chop if you’re a baby like me and it was too hot.

Bueno.

Needless to say, our adventure cooking is going well. We had some great apples and whipped cream dip for my brother’s endowment. (Which, I can’t take full credit. Or actually any credit. Thank you for the brilliant idea, Kristen Ipson!)

We’ve had lots of grilled cheese and bagels and cream cheese. We did have bourbon chicken, hold the booze. My husband told me he thought I was attractive when I cooked with the wok. He also thought it was delicious. So double win.

Good luck all you adventure cooks! Let me know what recipes you’ve tried. Heaven knows I’m always looking.

Oh, and since I’ve had multiple kind-hearted people ask me, I got the stain out of my white duvet. Phew.

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Duvets and Great Value sauce

So sometimes Eric (my husband who I really like) and I play this cute game called, ‘See how long we can go without grocery shopping.’ To be honest, I’ve lost count. But I’m pretty sure it was around Halloween.

The point is we are running low on resources. And, we are super tight financially because we are getting ready to move, and we are paying rent for two apartments during the month of December, and Christmas, and aliens could invade and we have to finance the queen’s new yacht… you know. The list goes on and on.

But you can probably relate.

So dinnertime is code for adventure time. Because you can only live off of so much Ramen.

Tonight was Salsa Verde Pork Chops.

Delicious, no? We’ll see. They are still cooking.

But in the process I had a kitchen ninja assault.

It started with a can of mild enchilada sauce. Years of eating at Café Rio have taught me that mild sauce equals green sauce. And because I have no affinity toward Latin culture other than I like their burritos, I thought this was a universal deal.

It’s not. At least not at Walmart, because their mild sauce is very much red.

The point is, in our scavenging state, I wasn’t about to waste a whole can of Great Value enchilada sauce, thank you very much. So into the wedding Tupperware it went. (Thank you, random wedding guest citizen. Ahem, thank you notes are forthcoming.)

During the transfer, a small drop of very red sauce spilled on my bare feet.

Oops, better clean that off. But my hands were busy juggling wedding Tupperware and Great Value Sauce and by the time I placed the container in the fridge and the empty can in the overflowing trash, by ADD had taken over and the drop of very red sauce was forgotten.

Not 10 minutes later, after finishing my masterpiece (one can hope), a found myself cross-legged on our white duvet, checking my Facebook laughing at the witty treats the Internet had blessed me with through the most current newsfeed update.

The blessed oven preheat ding had finally dinged and I got up to put the pork in the oven.

Red, splotchy stains. All over my pure white duvet that I am admittedly OCD about keeping clean.

I’m proud of myself that I didn’t swear. And because of the aforementioned stupidity, that’s probably the only victory of the night. Unless my pork chops turn out.

The moral of this story is don’t be dumb. Or ADD. Or OCD.

Also, I’m glad they named the spray remover Shout. Because whenever I use it I hear this Tears for Fears song:

“Shout! Shout! Let it all out!”

And somehow it makes me feel better.

My timer for my pork chops just beeped, I just realized I never actually turned my washer onto a cycle, and my evening consists of wrestling a down comforter into a would-be white duvet.

And what a wonderful night it will be.

This post is one of the first of this new blog, wife tips. Because really, I’m an amateur at this whole wife gig, trying to figure it out one duvet stain at a time.