Homemade Dinner, Wicker Park, Chicago
Last night I had my first homemade meal in my new apartment. I made the barbecue (Sweet Baby Rays!) pork chop and the garlic mashed potatoes were ones that Kristin made and sent home with me the night before when we made dinner at her place. She’s already figured out how to win me over! It occurred to me as I was buying the barbecue sauce at Jewel that I haven’t had barbecue sauce in my fridge for more than 2 years. It’s strange.. all of the ways I’m realizing how lean I lived in New York. Also, I can never buy a pork chop or hear anyone say it without hearing Chris Rock in my head saying “pork chop” in his Chris Rock way. “A pork chop’s your frieeeeend.”
Mmmm…pork chop…
hahah “pork chop”, wow, dinner looks really good!
back in the day apork chop could kill your ass
pork fish.
Thousands of years ago, like 5,000 years ago, before there was reynolds wrap, before there was refridgerators, before there was freezers, before there was seasoning, a pork chop might kill ya. That’s right, one drop, AHHHH! I’m dead. But times have changed.
Yo, man, my family’s from the South. You know people from the South looove some pork. No matter what you’re eating down south it’s got some pork in it. Hey, this is some good fish, what kind of fish is this? Pork fish.
you ate the big piece of chicken?
We love Sweet Baby Ray’s! That’s what they use at the Charcoal Grill (www.charcoalgrill.com).
crap. i dont have the mp3 here where he talks about the big piece of chicken. but no, i saved that for my daddy!
do you buys sweet baby ray’s in the supermarket?
no, we never have. is it very expensive?
no. $2 or so
“no, not that one, the other one. The one with the NAAAIIIL IN IT!”
good that you didn’t eat the big piece of chicken, cause mom would have hit you, and then daddy would of put some tussin on it
Do you know what the nastiest part of pork is? Pig feet. Pig feet be sittin in that old-ass jar.. that same jar be sittin in the store since you was about 14 years old. And the pig feet are floating around in that liquid, the brown/beige/rust liquid. What is the liquid? What is that? Pig piss? And people actually pick out the pig feet. “No, not that one, the other one.” Like there’s a difference in nasty-ass pig feet. “No, gimme that one.. the one with the nail in it.” “No, I want the athelete’s pig foot.”
i shook a jar of pigs feet once, it came apart and them reformed into pigs feet again. thats not natural.
A man can’t work all day and come home to a wing!
Oh lord! You done eat the big piece of chicken! Shit! Quick, give me two wings and a pork chop, I’ll sew ‘em together. Daddy’ll never know the difference.