At my house

I picked up a package of thin boneless pork chops yesterday. I trimmed the fat and pounded them with a meat mallet even thinner. After I sprinkled them with salt and pepper I dredged them in a wash of eggs and milk I beat with a fork. I then coated the pork in Ritz Cracker crumbs. I covered the bottom of a big skillet with vegetable oil and after it was hot, fried up the breaded tenderloins. A pan of homemade Mac and cheese and a can of green beans made for a decent Sunday dinner. 

After dinner I put the dishes into the dishwasher. The wife was outside messing with her flowers and I plopped in a chair on the be porch  to read a bit in the perfect evening air. It was in the mid seventies with no humidity. This was not August weather for sure. 

I surreptitiously checked out the wife as she bent over the flowers as the cicadas roared out their “I want sex” song in the maple tree. 

When it started getting dark I washed up the pans and finished cleaning the kitchen. The wife was hanging up laundry when she walked over and gave me a kiss and said she loved me and it was a great Sunday.