On Fri, 28 Jan 2005 16:24:30 -0600, Melba's Jammin'
> wrote:


>> I watched and waited.
>
>Heh! The true spirit of lurking lives on in Cow Hill.
>>
Ayup.

>> This morning, D hit the store before she went to work and found two
>> packs one day past their sell-by date but not yet marked down. She
>> asked at the meat counter whether they would mark them down. You bet.
>> The guy in back (who may or may not be a butcher) cut a buck off the
>> price. Still too high. She didn't buy.
>>
>> At lunch time, I dropped by the store to see what had developed, and
>> sure enough the little darlings were half price. Got 'em.
>
>He scores!! Go, Michael, go, Michael (dances and claps)

Boy did I ever score. I Frenched the chops (I just love that verb)
and rubbed them with French Dijon mustard, Mexican dried mint, salt,
pepper, and lemon juice. Then I seared them in a skillet and finished
them in a hot oven in a pan with some steamed veggies: Carrots,
cauliflower, and broccoli. While they were finishing, I reduced some
already much reduced homemade chicken stock spiked with garlic, lemon
juice and S&P in the skillet. I tossed them in the sauce at serving
time.

YUM.

modom

"Dallas is a rich man with a death wish in his eyes."
-- Jimmie Dale Gilmore