Piggy
This past weekend was fathers day (Happy belated!). I don't consider myself much of a father, by the time I met my daughter she was thirteen and I really haven't had to do TOO much. I still try to be there for her and help support her in whatever endeavors she participates. She was working this weekend so I didn't see her much but she decided to make a father's day supper on Thursday instead. I was excited that I wasn't going to have to cook. Then she told me what she was cooking. Pork chops. Now, dear reader, I know what you're thinking. "That sounds good! Pork chops rule!" You didn't grow up in my house though. Wait.....yes you did. Well then you know how my parents cooked meat. I like to think of them as good cooks, but the steaks and pork chops I ate when growing up had more in common with a cardboard box than the pig it came from. Mom always said they were just trying to make sure us kids didn't get sick from raw meat and tried to keep on ...