The inspiration for today's recipe just sort of materialized out of thin air.
I had no idea what I was going to make for dinner. As usual, I wanted to try something new. As long as it had mushrooms in it.
I was wandering around the supermarket, in the meat department, and I happened upon some boneless pork sirloin chops.
I haven't made pork chops in at least ten years. Or fifteen years. Nah, probably closer to twenty. My decision was made. Pork chops it is!
But how to cook them? All I could think of was pork Marsala. So I grabbed a bottle of the lovely supermarket Marsala cooking wine. It'll have to do. And a package of baby bella mushrooms.
It's been awhile since I've made anything Marsala. I'm having a flashback to the early years of my marriage, inviting my mother-in-law and father-in-law over for chicken Marsala.
I remember my mother-in-law asking me where I got the recipe, and I replied that I didn't have a recipe, I "just cooked it." She was perplexed that I didn't have any cookbooks, I was baffled that she thought it was weird that I made something without a recipe to follow.
For Christmas that year, she very thoughtfully gave me a lovely cookbook. It was the biggest, grandest cookbook I had ever seen. It was about four inches thick, and it must have weighed at least ten pounds. She obviously bought me the nicest cookbook she could find.
And then one day I opened the cookbook, and the first recipe I saw was for tripe-something-or-other (the urge to gag is suddenly very strong). I will not go into what tripe is, because I know that my college daughter reads this blog when she is looking for recipes and I don't want to gross her out. And I know that she is going to google tripe, in which case I am warning you, Caitie, you are about to lose your appetite. And if you can't help yourself and insist on googling it, do not google the images because you will totally gross yourself out. Do me a favor and just take a picture of the look on your face, sweetie, because I could use a good laugh.
There were other recipes in the cookbook besides tripe. There were pigs feet and tongue and brain recipes, too. I kid you, NOT.
I kept the book for about ten years, and never cooked a single recipe in it. I felt so bad that my mother-in-law had bought this book and I was going to throw it away. I remember feeling like I had to justify throwing it away, so I started reading the recipes to Mr. Terrific until he said something like, "That's enough! Just get rid of it!"
I guess the point of all this rambling is that here I am, 24 years later, still throwing ingredients together without a recipe.
As I was cooking, Sean and Erin both wandered through the kitchen. Erin: "What're those?" Me: "Pork chops." Sean: "Have I ever had those before?" Me: "I don't think so."
As we were eating, Mr. Terrific said the pork chops were good. Sean said, "They're good. You should make them again. Just don't start cooking meat loaf!"
(For the record, I have never cooked a meat loaf. He has never tasted meat loaf.)