I realized this evening about 6:20 p.m. that noting merely “pork chops” on the meal plan is an invitation to relapse to not-so-savory habits. At that point I had only an image of dinner: pork chops, that package of baby yams gifted the night before, frozen green beans and oh, the beleaguered leftover rutabagas.
Shake and Bake to the rescue. “Beautiful,” my husband said as he peeked into the oven. And he was serious. He likes the stuff. Which naturally causes me to wonder about the credibility of his kudos on other meals but hey, who’s complaining?