The Whole 
One night when Sean and I had been married just a few weeks, I asked him if he wanted pork chops for dinner.
“What is a pork chop?” he asked.
Needless to say, I was amazed that he didn’t know. How could someone get this far in life without every seeing or hearing of a pork chop?
Tonight the moment of enlightenment hit when Dean peered at me over his menu and asked: “Jinny, what is an enchilada?”
You are mistaken, dear. I had had pork chops, I had one in the third grade at the house of my friend, Mark Tate. I then never had one again (my parents were secretly Jewish?) until we got married.
I never asked “What is a Pork Chop?” unless it was to discuss exactly what kind cut of the pig it really was.
Comment by Sean MC — Tuesday, March 29, 2005 @ 1:13 am
That picture is making me hungry.
Comment by DJ Haggis — Tuesday, March 29, 2005 @ 8:31 am
THAT picture is making ME hungry.
Comment by Lemon — Tuesday, March 29, 2005 @ 12:45 pm
These pretzels are making me thirsty?
Comment by DJ Haggis — Tuesday, March 29, 2005 @ 12:58 pm
THESE pretzels are making me thIRSTY.
Comment by Lemon — Tuesday, March 29, 2005 @ 1:02 pm
YOU PEOPLE! And has no one realized the larger issue here? That Deano doesn’t know what an ENCHILADA IS!
Aye Carumba!
Comment by Smokin — Tuesday, March 29, 2005 @ 3:19 pm
sad *shaking head* no enchiladas for dean
Comment by epiphany — Tuesday, March 29, 2005 @ 4:31 pm
Which is why he only ever orders fajitas. I’m personally surprised he doesn’t slather those in ketchup, too.
Comment by Sean MC — Tuesday, March 29, 2005 @ 8:36 pm
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