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Eureka, or necessity is the mother of invention
A few years ago, I bought a cookbook entitled "A Working Stiff's Cookbook." The gimmick of the book was the reader had a job and hence money to buy nicer foodstuffs but no time to prepare same. The book offered quick and simple but nicer meals.
One of the recipes I quite liked was pork chops with orange glaze. It was simple, quick and delicious. However, since I don't drink orange juice (I'm allergic) finding and retaining the half-cup of OJ the recipe called for was a challenge.
The other night, I found myself looking at two uncooked pork chops (the exact amount called for in the recipe) and no OJ. Then I had a thought - what if I substituted red wine (which I usually have in abundance) for OJ? I did, and I can report that the results were tasty. The glaze was more tart than with OJ, but still quite good.
Necessity is the mother of invention.
One of the recipes I quite liked was pork chops with orange glaze. It was simple, quick and delicious. However, since I don't drink orange juice (I'm allergic) finding and retaining the half-cup of OJ the recipe called for was a challenge.
The other night, I found myself looking at two uncooked pork chops (the exact amount called for in the recipe) and no OJ. Then I had a thought - what if I substituted red wine (which I usually have in abundance) for OJ? I did, and I can report that the results were tasty. The glaze was more tart than with OJ, but still quite good.
Necessity is the mother of invention.