
{NOW UPDATED!! See below.}
A pork tenderloin is threatening me.
A raw one, at that.
1.14 pounds of meat browbeating me from the refrigerator.
In a moment of rare boldness in the grocery store, I bought the thing, determined to conquer a fresh foe in my eating wars.
Oh, the hubris of the mad!
So, with the tenderloin belittling me from the meat drawer, I am forced into action.
I will cook this afternoon and eat.
Heaven help us all.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
UPDATE: At 3:45 pm, the tenderloin-in-question entered the oven. If there is no blog tomorrow, declare the pork the winner and pray.