When I think of pork tenderloins, I usually think grill or cut into cutlets. When Victor thinks pork tenderloin, it’s stuffed.
Yummy-stuffed!
Before leaving for work this morning, I took a tenderloin out of the freezer with the intention of doing a quick marinade and grilling it for dinner. Nothing fancy, just a quick, easy meal.
When I got home, Victor said that dinner had just gone into the oven – stuffed tenderloin! Love it!
As I have said many times before, I love cooking – but I also love someone else cooking. If you’re cooking, I’m eating and not complaining.
And I’m especially not complaining if Victor is cooking. He’s a really good cook.
Tonight’s gastronomical delight was the aforementioned pork tenderloin stuffed with breadcrumbs, sun-dried tomatoes, and fresh mozzarella, with baby broccoli and rice.
Classic goodness.
And to make a perfect meal even better, there’s apple cake for dessert!
A perfect meal.
And as I sit here and write about my perfect meal, friends of ours have just evacuated from Cairo, Illinois. Lori and Ev have had to leave all of their earthly goods and their beautiful home with no idea what is going to happen. Their home could literally be under water at any moment. Missouri House Speaker Steve Tilley (R) actually stated that it would be better to flood Cairo than to open up the floodway and flood farmland. Farmland that is specifically set aside since 1928 for such a disaster. Missouri actually sued to keep the Army Corps of Engineers from breaching the levees because farmland is more important than poor people in a small town. Fortunately, they lost. The bastards. It’s unconscionable.
So… Think of them tonight and send positive thoughts to the southern tip of Illinois.
They need it.
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Thank you, guys.
I hate wind, so tornado warnings scare the shit out of me. One of Ev’s favorite things to say is, “It’s not statistically correct for it to hit us.” I always argue that it’s as statistically correct for it to hit us as to hit anyone else … disasters are random.
Last night as we drove away from home, loaded up with worthless things of inestimable sentimental value, and left behind a 112 year old house that (statistically speaking) has made it through the previous record flood in 1937 and “the big one” in 1993 without taking a drop of water she said, “Okay. It’s statistially correct for it to be our turn to be those people you see on the news digging through the mud for anything they can salvage.”
We actually did laugh quite a bit last night (not during the two hours from hell while we threw things onto the trailer, but before and after) and I said, “This is all my fault. I’m the one who said, ‘I want to live by running water’ and ‘I love the fact that we live on the banks of the Mighty Mississippi, there’s so much history here!’ and ‘I love living where there are huge trees!'” Last night I said, “Now I want to avoid trees AND water.” Ev said, “Everything here is trying to kill us. I’m over being homesick for Illinois.”
Back to the desert, eh?!? 🙂
I say it’s “statistically correct” for you to make it through this. The beauty of a 112-year-old house is that they actually thought about where they built back then. “Statistically speaking” it should fare better than anything built in the last 60 years.
They say that laughter is the best medicine – and I’d be hysterical right about now…
I just want this to be a scary scare and everything to be okay. Thinking of you two a lot.