Eating a meal and enjoying a meal are two different things. For the last two nights a new meal has been made and eaten. For the last two nights, neither of those two meals were enjoyed. Needing a fix for happy foods, I made one of the many All American Lunches: Pork Chops, Homemade Mashed Potatoes with Gravy, and Buttered (slightly sugared) Carrots.
Scaled for Likability: Great
It was so, so good. The whole meal brought back a flood of memories of my very strict Grandmother as this was a standard meal at her house any day of the week. The carrots, an indulgence hardly ever made as I firmly believe sugar should not have to be added to veggies, were made just like hers. Equal parts carrots, butter, and sugar cooked low and slow so the sugar didn't burn while the carrots softened in their own internal water. No extras needed. When cooked, they were really a dessert and they were the best! Pork chops were fried in bacon grease low and slow to allow any low grade cut of meat time to soften. Mashed potatoes were left with clumps. Gravy was made from the drippings of the pork chop making it not quite brown gravy and not quite white cream gravy either. It was thick, and salty, and just what the stomach ordered. The only thing missing was a slice or two of extra buttery Texas Toast. Oh. So. Wonderful.