Busting the chops

Thursday night after work I made breaded pork chops with brown mushroom gravy and fresh green beans in a lemon sauce. Oh and I cheated and heated up microwavable mashed potatoes to use as another side. My stepdad especially likes this chops recipe.

For the chops, I used pork loins--the ones on the bone for added flavor. Then I breaded them by dabbing them in flour, egg and then in bread crumbs. Browned them on a skillet and then baked for 40 minutes.  

While those were baking, I rinsed and sliced up an 8 oz package of fresh white button mushrooms, removing bottom stem parts first. I then put the sliced mushrooms in a frying pan with a little olive oil, letting them cook and reduce in size as I covered them with salt and garlic powder. Once they were cooked I added in a can of brown gravy and let warm as well, stirring occasionally and later pouring over each chop. 

I then tried, for the first time, cooking green beans. Remember I'm new and reluctant to the world of vegetables, but these turned out really good. I didn't use a recipe just created it after tasting something similar at a restaurant. Cutting off the ends I boiled them for only five minutes so they were still crisp then drained and fried them with lots of butter, salt and a half of squeezed lemon. It was very yum and for the first time I ate all the vegetables on my plate :)

Benny and the Jets

When Elton John’s song Benny and the Jets plays, I always think of my dad. Not because it was his favorite or anything, Rod Stewart’s Maggie May was, and not only because my dad’s name is Benny (when translated from Biagio) but he also used to shine shoes for the Jets when he was a little boy. Thus, his connection to the song lyrics Benny and the Jets.

Let me give you some background. Before all the teams headed down to the warm Florida areas for the off season, the Jets pro NFL team used to train in Peekskill, New York in Westchester County. My dad, an Italian immigrant, was five-years-old and was given a shoe shine kit from a local politician, so he’d shine the football players shoes and give the money to his family. The Jets would all leave their shoes out and my dad would return them all shiny and new and they’d give him a dollar in return. All but Joe Namath that is, who although at the time was the richest paid and most popular athlete in America; he’d only leave my dad--a little kid--25 cents.

That really pissed my dad off, which is why he grew up hating the Jets too and liking the Oakland Raiders. At the time they were the only team that could beat the Jets, so my dad started rooting for them and the NY Giants. I also grew up disliking the Jets and Namath as a result too. Funny.

So Benny was shining shoes at 5, but by 19 he had his first pizza place. Pretty amazing, huh? He was never afraid of hard work that’s for sure. When I was younger, I used to pretend the song Benny and Jets was about my dad, funny that it is such a coincidence though. Now I hear it play on the radio and I smile.

Going retro, 80's style

Last week I sported a very 80's ensemble. Why? No reason, just for the fun of it. I had black leggings on with a dark denim mini-skirt over it, and a black and red  tee paired with black denim looking arm warmers. Yes, arm warmers. My coworker said they were "dope."

I later spilled red wine on them though at the John Legend concert in Santa Barbara that Raphael and I attended after work. The concert itself was very romantic although there were a bunch of drunk college kids there.  We could have gone backstage before the show but we ended up getting there late since it was quite a long drive out there. 

I digress though, I got my arm warmers below at UpSox through their eBay store, but Urban Outfitters is also selling a cute pair of military colored, knit armwarmers too.

 

Link: 80's movie trivia game from Comedy Central-- it's harder than you'd think and I know my 80's films.

Infomercial: Should I buy this? Pasta Express Cooker 

Storm Watch 2006

I woke up this morning to the sound of rain and for a second I thought I was back in my apt in Manhattan, hearing the rain hitting my fire escape, but no it was actually raining in Los Angeles. It's only rained twice since I moved here back in September and the showers were brief at that and although there have been overcast days there hasn't been a real rainy day where you just get to stay inside without feeling guilty.

The morning news coverage of the "storm" proved much sunshine this morning for me and comic relief. In NYC the news sure wouldn't be giving "wet weather driving tips" due to just one shower or even stopping drivers on the street and asking them about the bad driving conditions.  If it was a  two foot snow blizzard, then sure. This was just a regular rainy day, but the newscasts labeled it 'Storm Watch' and explained to viewers how when gas and oil on the roads mixes with rain it can get slippery, no shit! Everyone learns that when they get their drivers licenses and actually the most dangerous time to drive in the rain is when it first starts.

Of course today was also the day I had to drive to downtown LA during morning rush hour. Add in the rain scared motorists and traffic congestion doubled. By the afternoon though "Storm Watch" was over, since the sun came out and the roads dried off.

News: Season's First Cold Storm Hits The Southland 

I'm thankful for...

Being able to fly home for the holiday and see my friends and family, especially my mom.

The wonderful and overly large meal we had, just look at the table alone:

My health.

That it at least gets a little easier each year not being able to celebrate the holidays with my dad.

The easy move and transition to the left coast.

Being in love.

And so much more. 

Thanksgiving Stats:

• 4,500 calories consumed by the average person on Thanksgiving Day. (I probably did even more than that, which is why I need to cut back now.)
• 11% of Americans eat Thanksgiving dinner at a restaurant.
• 11% of Americans admit to unbuttoning their pants after the feast. 
• $16.8 billion was spent last year over the holiday weekend, which is the unofficial kickoff to holiday shopping.  (Redbook)