About pork chops.
Posted by brain-eater-jr at 06:03 AM on April 10, 2008 in Things I'm Thinking About.
With ketchup, pork chops are terribly delicious. Of course, you have to have the right pork chop, the right ketchup, and the right rice.
I don't cook pork chops, but I like pork chops with a bit of a crunch when you pull the meat apart with your spoon and fork. Slightly juicy, but not dripping with oil. When you press it against white rice, some of the bits of breading stains it.
For ketchup, nothing tastes better with pork chops than Del Monte's Sweet Blend. Well, for me, at least. Banana ketchup is reserved mainly for Max Fried Chicken and nothing else, while Heinz is for french fries and American-style hamburgers. For pork chops, nothing but Del Monte Sweet Blend. Ah, that salty-sweet combination over hot rice is amazing.
Rice is always good when it's snow-white and soft. But we can't be picky about rice, nowadays. Just last weekend, everybody's crazy about rice. Now, when you eat rice, no matter how distant it looks from steaming snow, just eat it and thank the Lord that you're eating rice.
But back to pork chops. My favourite part has to be the fat. I think many people like pork fat, but for some reason, it's already a social rule to avoid eating the pork fat. You can see this too in other porky food such as barbeque and nilagang baboy and liempo and lechon. You eat everything--the red meat, the soup, the veggies, the sauce, everything--except the pork fat. Why? Simply because it's bad for you.
Ah, but I love pork fat. I ate pork chop a while ago, and it pained me to leave the C-shaped pork fat behind, because I accidentally had a taste of it. I'm not sure why they don't just remove the pork fat from the pork if you're not supposed to eat it. I suppose it's because some people are brave enough to risk their arteries' welfare, and just go ahead and enjoy themselves with pork fat. Mmm.
(Hey, isn't it a mystery of life? Why do pork barbeque sticks have a lump of hairy pork fat at the very end? I know it has something to do with the cooking technique, or maybe it's another unwritten social rule with barbeque vendors? Hmm.)
Well, that's life. You can live it to the fullest, but you can't live it to the fullest by enjoying nice things that will ultimately destroy you.
Yeah ba.