You can't even think (out loud) about food without Cranky offering to buy the ingredients and get that salad/soup/steak/whatever on the table as soon as possible. He is not a food theoretician. If food gets mentioned, it must get eaten, and soon. He's so terribly suggestible. (Good thing he doesn't read cooking magazines.)
And so it was, yesterday, that I found myself thinking (out loud) about a childhood dish I loved, pork chops and rice cooked in the same pan. Cranky offered to get the pork chops ASAP.
"Silly!" I said. "We have to save up our meat appetite because Thanksgiving is Thursday."
Um, no, he reminded me. We are not eating meat for Thanksgiving. (We are making turkey gravy from turkey necks, backs and wings, however.)
Oh! Well, then.
Without further discussion, Cranky went off on his usual morning rounds (coffee, library, bank) today and returned with one huge pork chop, to share. He wasn't going to wait any longer.
We just now ate it.
Is that soon enough, Cranky?