Sunday cooking and a poem

I started the day shopping for pork chops. I enjoy shopping early because the market is empty and I do not need to be social, although I did engage in a lively discussion with a woman over the merits of bone in versus boneless pork chops. She made a good point, but I went with the bone in cops.

I cooked 24 pork chops and some smoked sausage on my grill this morning while the mist broke. My grandson and dog played around my feet. Brunch is in a few hours. I know it will be a good time.

I started my day with a poem, which is normal. Today's theme was cooking.

The Bachelor's Gourmet Cooking Manifesto by Tom Bell

A bachelor's life is, by necessity, quite simple 
We're generally the same ourselves 
Complications we avoid 
They take from us too much energy 
And if you look at our kitchen shelves 
You'll almost always see 
Our gourmet pre-made food 
is for us the key 
We would not know how to fry 
an egg or make good tea 
You see, if it ain't pre-cooked, 
To just be microwaved 
We'll shy away from those such products 
It's ease and speed we crave, 
This type of food only 
Until our early grave

Read the rest here.

My problem this morning is that I don’t know how to cook Longaniza the way my mother-in-law cooks it. It look like it is time for another cooking lesson. I hope she will share her method with me.