{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.