[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]These Pork Chop Sandwiches are sure “hungry-man pleasers” but light enough not to overwhelm smaller appetites. Quicker than a flash to get to the table (depending on how many folks you’re feeding, of course). These are fine favorites around our family table and inexpensive enough to share with a bunch of friends. Simply add a side or two, and the job is done.

Ingredients:
-Thin Cut/Boneless Pork Loin Chops (1-2 per person, depending on appetites)
-Olive Oil
-S&P to taste
-Granulated Garlic Powder (or Onion Powder)
-Smoked Paprika Powder
Have on Hand:
-Good quality Hamburger Buns- we like Onion Buns, Kaiser Rolls or
Sesame Seed Buns (1-2 per person, depending on appetites)
-Sandwich Sliced Stacker Kosher Dill Pickles
-Yellow Mustard
-Mayo
-Spicy Barbeque Sauce (Mild will do in a pinch)

Instructions:

Gather all ingredients, condiments, and side dishes. Set Table. You’ll be serving dinner here in a flash!

Season generously to taste each thin cut chop on both sides with S&P, Granulated Garlic Powder (or Onion Powder if preferred), and Smoked Paprika Powder.

Heat medium to medium-high, 2-3 Tablespoons of olive oil in a heavy skillet. Add seasoned chops. Pan grill chops two to three minutes per side, testing chops for doneness often. Tend carefully, these boneless, thin cut chops cook quite quickly.

Pile your serving plate high with cooked chops and call everyone to dinner.  It’s that easy!

Pass the condiments around, and dinner is served!

YUM!!

I just so happen to have an old story tucked away telling about some romance involving these very same Sandwiches. Not every recipe has such a story, but I’m thinking, why not share it?? A girl might as well celebrate a bit of romance where ever she finds it, right? Blessings to you and yours!

Pickles Talk!

It happened in a split moment, hardly able to be described as a space of time. Entirely unasked for or even expected but I received the message loud and clear. I’ll not soon forget it.

The family was seated together at the dinner table, grabbing a casual bite to eat. Pork chop sandwiches and corn on the cob. Simple menu, nothing special really but a family favorite.

The thin cut, boneless pork chops are lightly seasoned and quickly pan grilled. Bring a plate piled high of these chops to the table, add a stack of buns, mayo, mustard, stacker sliced dill pickles, and perhaps some spicy BBque sauce if it’s on hand. The men are delighted, and the women are pleased that the “delighting” was so simple.

So the family is busy passing the fixin’s around the table, each making their own sandwich to their particular liking. Stache and I are interchangeably adding to each other’s plates as we often do, from whichever item gets to us first.

It was then that it happened. Stache grabbed the pickle jar. He added two dripping, perfectly sliced pickles to his sandwich. He dipped the fork back in the jar to grab out two more slices to serve me.

Instantly, time slowed. The pickle slices were pierced and lifted from the jar, ever…so…slowly being reached over towards my sandwich…

Now you should know something of my particular taste before I go on. This girl loathes a soggy sandwich! Add whatever you like to a sandwich, but if it’s so wet that it makes the bread lay down and die in a puddle, I’m sure you’ll agree, it’s just awful!

So as you can see, there is this “dreaded drip” one must deal with the moment pickles are pulled from the jar before they can be used on any sandwich. It’s just a fact of life. Well, -of MY life anyway.

Not everybody has such discerning taste. Namely, as you have already guessed, the Stache. He’ll eat just about anything, whether it died in a puddle or not and he has little patience for those, namely me of course, who have a more refined taste.

Back to the forked pickles. I watched as they traveled towards my sandwich. My breath was held, waiting. Stache brought them ever so close and then backed off from the bread, to a “safe-zone” on my plate, far enough away for a drip to never accidentally run to the sandwich.

He ever so carefully touched the “dreaded drip” that was rolling off the pickles to the plate and then put the pickle slices in their awaited place on the sandwich. Watching intently, I looked up with surprise and saw that roguish grin of his that ever takes my breath away.

He surely knew what he was doing! He purposefully made those pickles “talk”! I so heard it!! They clearly told me the man loves me. Ohhh! That man knows how to make me smile.

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