As long as I live, I will never forget the time that my dear departed Grandmother made one of her daily feasts and we had Pork Chops for Supper. I was probably about ten years old. I have an Uncle, her boy, who is four years older than I am and was always bigger and meaner than I was. Fucked with us young un’s constantly.
My Grandmother had a saying,
” If you are bashful around here, you are going to be hungry” That was to let you know to eat up, she was old school and fed us like kings.
We got almost done with supper and there was one pork chop left on the serving plate. I saw my uncle eyeballing that fucker but I wanted it too. I whipped my hand out to grab that pork chop at the same time he dove in with his fork to stab it.
I got to it first, he stuck that fork directly into the back of my hand.
That was an especially delicious pork chop and I made sure to eat it slowly, right in front of him.
There ain’t nothing better than a pan fried pork chop, cooked until it is almost crispy.
I love them fuckers.