You know when you walk from your kitchen to your bedroom to go and get something, and when you get to your bedroom you’ve forgotten what you went there for? I felt a bit like this about Peter’s Pork Chops. I made them ages ago, and forgot to write about them. Then I found a couple of frozen portions and had them when Mr Rathbone came over one Friday night. We scoffed them with some green beans, but do you think I could remember anything about them when I sat down to write? No, I couldn’t!
But today, I stumbled upon a piece of paper with a few scribbled notes on. Apparently, I had said: “potatoes have a slightly porky flavour” and Mr R had said: “serve with mustard, gives pork a lift!” Also (and I do actually remember saying this) on the way home from the traditional couple of pints in Quinns after work on a Friday, coming up my four flights of stairs, in anticipation of Peter’s dish I said: “all I need is a pee, a beer and a chop!”
Stop press: just asked Mr R: “Do you remember anything about Peter Lorre’s Pork Chops?” His reply, quick as a flash and with emphasis: “They were NICE.” So there you go!