Seventh Silly Something
I'm not fond of meat that has been tenderized via pounding. It's not that it tastes different, and if I'm not there during the dinner prep I might not even know the difference.
But when I was a kid, my brothers and I would judge just how much trouble we were in by the strength of the pounding before dinner. Entering the kitchen was done at your own risk. We never never did feel sorry for the poor chicken or pork, though.
Funny how these sorts of memories stay with you.
But when I was a kid, my brothers and I would judge just how much trouble we were in by the strength of the pounding before dinner. Entering the kitchen was done at your own risk. We never never did feel sorry for the poor chicken or pork, though.
Funny how these sorts of memories stay with you.