I made twice-baked potatoes for dinner tonight. I know: not terribly interesting. But I enjoyed the debate (in my own head) over whether the de-gooping of potatoes was more like surgery or making a dug-out canoe. This time around (I don't think I blogged about last time around--but it was stressful), I used a grapefruit spoon to scoop out the innards, and let me just say, that was probably the smartest thing I did all day. Snide comments can be kept to yourself. Anyway, one day, the Man will get home from work and we'll sit down and eat those lovely things. In the meantime, I have to sit back and wonder if pork chops are jinxed in our family, since the last time I cooked them he was stuck at work late too. And I overcooked them trying to keep them hot. And they died. So I guess this is my second try on pork chops too. Maybe I should be more worried about this meal than I am right now.