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Originally Posted by graciegirl
Boom, my Cincinnati princess. We must celebrate the pig.
Here is a fabulous quick pork chop recipe.
I used boneless, not thin, but not so thick like you'd stuff 'em, pork chops. Recipe is for six.
Sit tight.
Melt a little butter. Half a stick is all for six pork chops.
In a separate bowl,crush up about 1/2 sleeve of Ritz crackers, add a couple tablespoons of parmesan cheese. (the kind you shake on spaghetti) garlic salt. Not very much??, JUST a pinch of dried oregano and basil.
Dip them babies into the melted butter and then roll 'em around in the crumb mixture and bake them for about 40 minutes at 400.
YUM O
Calorie content. Don't ask.
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Good morning,
GG, that looks all too wonderful. Basil is one of my favorites and Ritz crackers I think may be one of the Wonders of the World. (although I gotta tellya. I have wondered about that weird apple pie recipe that used to be on the back of the box when I was a kid. I do not even know if it is still there. I never tried it. But an apple pie without apples??? Well, wouldn't that be like a "day without sunshine"? Or morning for me without coffee as I sit here in the kitchen and write this stuff.) But I digress -- what a surprise, huh.
Anyway, I am about to digress again. (The girl can't help it.)
So anyway, again, to those of you who have not given up on reading this:
In case you are wondering what Graciegirl means when she said that we must celebrate the pig, well, here goes:
Gracie and I are both Cincinnati girls. And sometimes we talk Cincinnati. (You know, in Cincinnati we say, "Please" where others would say, "Pardon me, I did not hear what you said." Or where some might just say, "Huh?"
Oh and we are the town about which Mark Twain once said, "If the world is coming to an end, go to Cincinnati because everything happens 20 years later in Cincinnati." ...or was it 15 years?? or did he really even say it??)
Anyway, anyway, back to that pig celebration:
Cincinnati was once known as "Porkopolis" because pork processing was big here. And the rest really is history.
Once upon a time there were two guys who decided to live in Cincinnati. One was William Procter. The other was James Gamble. One made candles. The other -- you got it -- made soap.
And Mr. Procter and Mr. Gamble needed the goop or whatever left over from pork processing to make their stuff. And the rest of that story turned into the cornerstone of Cincinnati's economy. And those Ivory Towers, the nickname we locals give their headquarters offices, are a part of our skyline. (Someday we might tell you all about Skyline Chili, but that really is another story.)
Procter and Gamble rose out of Porkopolis, as Cincy was nicknamed, all those many years ago.
So that's the story.
Vas you ever in Zinzinnati?
Oh, and thank you, Sunflower, for that chocolate cake recipe you posted here. (Well, I think I mean thank you. It looks all too wonderful and all toooooo easy to make. Uh oh.)
Boomer
(I came back in for this edit bc I just started to wonder if even though I am here in the recipe forum, I am talking about P&G, so do I have to do disclosure?? So for full disclusure or whatever they call it, I will tell you, just in case, yeah, I own a few shares of PG -- I always thought that was the law in Cincinnati.)