I’ve mentioned before my volatile relationship with the kitchen. As such, I’m a very safe, play it by the book type of cook. We even have all the requisite equipment that is supposed to make your life savory and easy. Along with the normal pots and pans, we have a crockpot, a wok, and an electric grill. Most of which get very minimal use, if any at all. They’re good dust collectors, though.
At his last outing to the grocery store, J bought a pack of pork chops (which I can’t say without thinking of Peter Brady) along with marinade. Somehow, before we prepared these pork chops, J got it in his head that they should be cooked in an electric skillet. That somehow, they would turn into tender, delicious, bites of flavor-induced ecstasy.
I didn’t even know they sold electric skillets anymore. It’s not like I’ve seen one in use within the last decade.
So apparently they do sell them, because he bought one and quickly put it in action that night. Now, I’m not a big fan of pork to begin with, but I don’t believe they turned out as planned. They were dry. They were bland. They were chewy. There was no ecstasy. We could have achieved the same result with a regular pan that we already owned. Not that I’m ever one to say I told you so. Or take a little too much pleasure in someone else’s faults (read: not mine, for once) (read: ha! ha!).
Except now, I have this rather large electric skillet that is going to take up more room than I have to spare in our kitchen cabinets, probably never to be seen or heard from again. Another small appliance, collecting layers of dust. Apparently, along with buying uber expensive Halloween costumes, my husband is all about wasting money this month.
Unless, does anyone know what I can make in this thing?