The simple preparation and seasoned coating gives all of the flavor and texture to these crispy golden chops. Watch their temperature, they are easy to over cook. Tonight recipe is named for a truly great writer who was one of the first high profile transgender person. Read about her amazing story.
Browning in a pan then baking will bring out the best colors and flavors to this dish. Pork chops can be easy.
1 egg
½ cup bread crumbs (had left over thanksgiving rolls so they were processed)
½ cup grated Parmesan cheese
1 tsp Italian seasonings
3 boneless pork loin chops, 3/4 inch thick (4 to 5 oz each)
1 tablespoon olive oil
Since I found some rolls left over from Thanksgiving, I made bread crumbs out of them. A food processor made quick work of it. If your pantry is loaded, just use the pre-made kind of bread crumbs.
In shallow bowl, beat egg with fork or whisk. In another shallow bowl, stir the crumbs, Parmesan cheese, and Seasonings until well blended.
Set up the assembly:
A plate of flour, bowl of egg, bowl of crumbs.
Dip each pork chop into the flour until well coated, then the egg; and coat with crumbs. Dip again the egg and then crumbs, place on a plate to chill for at least an hour.
The double-dipping of the pork into the egg, then the cheesy crumbs, ensures the coating will stick to the meat. You can stir in a teaspoon of Dijon mustard to the egg if you wish. Let sit covered in refrigerator.
In a large skillet, heat oil over medium-high heat. Add pork chops; cook 1 to 2 minutes, turning once, until golden brown. Place pork chops on sprayed rack in pan.
Bake 13 to 18 minutes or until pork is no longer pink in center and meat thermometer inserted in center reads 145°F.
Remember:
The thinner the pork chops, the quicker they will cook. Be sure to start checking doneness in the beginning of the bake range so that the pork is not overdone.
Paired with a green vegetable and macaroni and cheese.
I sent a tray to a neighbor.
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Proud to serve this to my Master Indy.
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To nourish, support and maintain.
To gratify, spoil, comfort and please,
to nurture, assist, and sustain
…..I cook!
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Jan Morris CBE FRSL (born James Humphry Morris) was a Welsh historian, author and travel writer. She was known for her Pax Britannica trilogy (1968–1978), a history of the British Empire, and for portraits of cities, including Oxford, Venice, Trieste, Hong Kong, and New York City. She published under her birth name, James, until 1972, when she had gender reassignment surgery after transitioning from male to female.
Morris served in the 9th Queen's Royal Lancers, and in 1945 was posted to the Free Territory of Trieste, during the joint British–American occupation.
In 1949, Morris married Elizabeth Tuckniss, the daughter of a tea planter; they had five children together. They lived together in a village in North Wales, for over 50 years.
After two more years of military service in Palestine, then a British protectorate, she received a bachelor’s degree in English literature in 1951.
The Times secured the exclusive rights to cover the Everest expedition, Sir Edmund Hillary, a New Zealand explorer, and Tenzing Norgay, a Sherpa guide from Nepal, were the climbers who reached the summit, and picked Ms. Morris — 5-foot-9 and a sinewy 140 pounds — to join the team.
Filing dispatches using guides as relays between the expedition’s overnight camps and the city of Kathmandu, she wrote of deep snow dragging at the explorers’ feet, sweat trickling down their backs, their faces burning from cold, ice and wind. But Ms. Morris stopped short of the summit, allowing the expedition leaders to claim the limelight.
As a correspondent with The Times and later with The Guardian, Ms. Morris wrote about wars, famines and earthquakes and reported on the trial in Israel of Adolph Eichmann, the Nazi war criminal who was convicted for his role in the extermination of millions of Jews.
She also covered the trial in Moscow of Francis Gary Powers, the United States spy plane pilot who was shot down over the Soviet Union. She traveled to Havana to interview Che Guevara, the revolutionary leader, who she described as “sharp as a cat,” and to Moscow again to meet with the British intelligence defector Guy Burgess, who was “swollen with drink and self-reproach.”
It was in the early 1960s that Ms. Morris met with a prominent New York endocrinologist, Dr. Harry Benjamin, an early researcher on transgender people.
She became increasingly despondent over the issue of gender identity.
At age 46, she underwent transition surgery, explaining:
“I was three or perhaps four years old when I realized that I had been born into the wrong body, and should really be a girl,” her book Conundrum began, a riveting narrative of being transgender, which was misunderstood at the time and rarely discussed.
“I thought of public success itself, I suppose, as part of maleness, and I deliberately turned my back on it, as I set my face against manhood,” she wrote.
From the very beginning of her marriage, Ms. Morris had confided her feelings about her gender identity to her wife. “I told her that though each year my every instinct seemed to become more feminine and my entombment within the male physique more terrible to me, still the mechanism of my body was complete and functional, and for what it is worth was hers,” Ms. Morris wrote.
“Conundrum” describes Ms. Morris’s relationship with Ms. Tuckniss, even before the surgery, as an “open marriage, in which the partners were explicitly free to lead their own separate lives, choose their own friends if they wish, have their own lovers perhaps, restrained only by an agreement of superior affection and common concern.”
Ms. Morris asserted that every aspect of existence changed with her transition. The more she was treated as a woman, the more she behaved — in her own estimation — as a woman.
“If I was assumed to be incompetent at reversing cars, or opening bottles, oddly incompetent I found myself becoming,” she wrote. “If a case was thought too heavy for me, inexplicably I found it so myself.” She added, “I discovered that even now men prefer women to be less informed, less able, less talkative, and certainly less self-centered than they are themselves; so I generally obliged them.”
Ms. Morris herself asserted that her transition had changed her view of life so profoundly that it was bound to affect her writing style.
“My scale of vision seemed to contract, and I looked less for the grand sweep than for the telling detail,” she wrote. “The emphasis changed in my writing, from places to people.”
She complained that her transition had distracted from her writing accomplishments. “I do object to it being dragged in, for example, when I write a book about the British Empire.” Nonetheless, she repeated her prediction that the headlines on her obituaries would read: “Sex-change author dies.”
In 2005, she was awarded the Golden PEN Award by English PEN for "a Lifetime's Distinguished Service to Literature". In January 2008, The Times named her the 15th greatest British writer since the War. She has featured in the Pinc List of leading Welsh LGBT figures.
In an interview with BBC in 2016 she describe her books as not about movement and journeys; they are about places and people. She won the 2018 Edward Stanford Outstanding Contribution to Travel Writing Award.
By her early 90s, Ms. Morris said the matter seemed remote. “I’ve never believed it to be quite as important as everyone made it out to be,” she told The Times last year. “I believe in the soul and the spirit more than the body.”
Although she divorced her wife just before her operation, the two remained close, often traveling and living together, even after Ms. Tuckniss began struggling with dementia. In their house, Ms. Morris kept a gravestone that bore the inscription — both in Welsh and English — that was meant to be their future epitaph: “Here are two friends, Jan and Elizabeth, at the end of one life.”
“I did not go from one sex to another, I am both”
Morris died on 20 November 2020 in North Wales, at the age of 94.
A truly remarkable transgender person.
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