What is going on in the world lately?
First, a bunch of English people vote to leave the European Union on Thursday, then on Friday they try to figure out what they’d actually done.
Second, the mice are, apparently, confused about what season it is.
Maybe they’re English mice….
Okay…. that last bit wasn’t nice but I’ve put up with a lot of, er, comments about a certain excessively tanned, hair-challenged public figure lately.
But now…. These are great chops (she says, modestly). They almost taste like they’ve been marinating forever, slathered in a rich barbecue sauce and slowly cooked over coals. Instead they’re ready in 30 minutes.
As always, make the sauce as hot as you like but I was going for flavor rather than heat.
If my chops look a littler strange it’s because I hand-cut them from pork loins.
Grilled Chili Chops
Total time: 30 minutes
- 2 – 4 pork chops, 12oz (360gr) total weight
- 1 clove garlic minced or crushed
- 1 tsp dried oregano
- 1 – 2 tsp chili powder or more
- 1/4 cup ketchup
- 1 tbs soy sauce
- 1 tbs olive oil
- Mix garlic, oregano, chili powder, ketchup, soy sauce and oil.
- Spoon over chops and let marinate for 10 – 20 minutes.
- Cook on barbecue for 5 – 8 minutes per side or until done. Slightly pink is good.
- Baste both sides of chops with marinade once when turning.
About the toaster mouse…..
In my previous post I wrote about the dead mouse in my washer creating a rather unpleasant smell.
This morning I was sitting quietly at my computer, sipping my morning coffee.
I heard a noise.
Nothing unusual about that…. I share a house with another human and two big dogs. Plus it’s an old house. There are noises.
Then I remembered that mon mari was gone.
I looked up and both dogs were sleeping.
I heard the noise again.
I went into the kitchen. The sounds were coming from the toaster.
I grabbed two heavy oven mitts and covered the top of the toaster. Assuming there was a mouse in it I didn’t want it jumping out at me. I unplugged it and headed out the door.
Now, this happened once before, last winter. Mon mari was here and he carried the toaster outside.
He set it down just outside the door, tipped it over and let the mouse out.
The mouse immediately ran into the barn…. From which point I assume he made his way back to the kitchen.
I quietly and politely asked him ‘What the *%’@* are you doing?!?!?!? You don’t let the mouse escape – just to run back inside!!!!!’
This morning, I, of course, did it the right way. I carried the toaster, covered, down the lane towards the neighbor’s house.
I promptly ran into the neighbor, out for his morning walk with his dog and visiting 4 year old grandson.
He, naturally, was curious as to why I was taking our toaster for a walk.
Then we all moved off into the field closer to some long grass.
The grandson was very excited – even though I again explained that I didn’t know for certain there was a mouse in the toaster.
I put the toaster on the ground, removed the mitts and we all peered inside.
Then we saw a tail twitch.
I tipped the toaster over and the mouse took off with the dog hot on his tail and the grandson running after the dog. (My dogs were in the house.)
A crazy few moments ensued with the mouse running wildly, the dog turning itself inside out trying to catch it and the kid spinning in circles laughing.
Finally, the mouse escaped into the tall grass.
I left the toaster on mon mari‘s workbench in the barn.
Who knows what will happen tomorrow….
7 thoughts on “Grilled Chili Chops; toaster mouse”
“He, naturally, was curious as to why I was taking our toaster for a walk.”
A humorous story. You might be the talk of the countryside by tomorrow!
Quick thinking about the oven mitts! Brava!
I love this toaster mouse story, could be a childrens book !!
Hilarious! You are a great storyteller as well as a great cook!
I’m so glad you didn’t toast the mouse! I had mice in my kitchen one summer. I would live trap them, take them out into the woods and let them go only to find them back in the kitchen. I didn’t know at the time that if you don’t take them more than half a mile away, they’ll find their way back. After that, the credit union down the street from work got a lot of new mice in their field…
We’ve just had such a laugh at your story! We needed it.
Dan, sadly, I think I already am. The mayor asked about my rabbits the last time I ran into him…. and laughed as he said it.
Zoomie, first thing I could find heavy enough to stay put lol
kate, except then the mouse would have to come to a happy ending…. maybe he’s happy living in the field.
Gloria, thanks – on both counts 😉
nightsmusic a half mile???? With my toaster? Sigh….. Usually we don’t see them inside until fall. They’re confused.
Gill glad to help…. are you here yet?
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