Mike got home this afternoon, leaving me just enough time to run to the grocery store and pick something for dinner. I chose on of our old standbys, pork tenderloin. Mike loves to grill pork tenderloin and eating way too much for dinner. I love making sandwiches with the leftovers the next day.
It's a win-win. I wanted to try something different and fun, so I googled a recipe for baked apples. I cored the apples, filled them with cinnamon, raisins, and brown sugar, and popped them in the oven. I wanted everything to be ready at the same time. I tried to pin Mike down to an answer on when the pork would be finished. His answer? 15-45 minutes. Helpful, Mike, very helpful!
The apples were supposed to bake for 40 minutes, so I popped them in the oven. Not surprisingly, they ended up being finished before the pork. This means they sat on the counter and got cool and saggy while we waited on the rest of dinner.
I nuked some baked potatoes and they were ready right on time.
By the time we got everyone's plate filled and sat down, we had forgotten all about the apples. It had only been a few days since we'd been sat down at the table together, but it already felt foreign. We all commented on how long it seemed since we'd sat at the table together, except for Jack, who repeatedly demanded that we "watch this!" as he stabbed various items with his fork.
We lingered at dinner, unwilling to leave our cozy table. When we started to clean up, I noticed the apples. They could be salvaged for dessert, surely. I sliced one open and scooped some ice-cream on top. Mike and I both had a few bites. The apple was too firm, and too cold, and so we just tossed it out.
Even though the apples didn't turn out, we loved our dinner. It was so nice to be back to normal!
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