Murphy's Law

When I'm staring at the cabinets wondering what to fix for dinner, Nelson walks in early looking for me to feed him. However, when I spend the afternoon slaving over a meal like this, he calls saying he'll be thirty minutes late and walks through the door an hour and a half later.

I took this for his benefit. Somehow, after sitting out for thirty minutes and then in the oven for the remainder of the time, the food just didn't look the same.

Just in case you're wondering, it's apple stuffed pork chops with cheesy potatoes, bread and a salad with strawberries, golden raisins, honey roasted almonds and raspberry vinaigrette. And yes, it was good.