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August 13, 2006

In the WWR Kitchen, Continued

Back from a brief culinary respite, here we find ourselves again.

Tonight, the WWR clan enjoyed Grilled Pork Chops with Orange Barbecue Sauce, out on the patio, under threatening skies. As quick-and-easy sides, green beans and brown rice; nothing too exciting there. My apologies.

Beverage? A 2000 Markham Vineyards Merlot that had been laying in wait in the wine fridge for a couple of years. I'm afraid I might have caught it at a bit of a dumb phase in its aging, as - while drinkable - nothing leapt out at me in the initial flavors or finish.

The chops, however, were quite good - citrus spice on the first bite, followed by a slow burn as the meal progressed.

One small prepatory hint: whilst chopping jalapenos, don't - uh - rub your eyes without thinking. Or, well, with thinking. Unless you like weepy pain.

Cheers.

Posted by Andy at 10:26 PM





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