Keepin' it real

Ever heard it said that dinner's not ready until the fire alarms go off, or you can tell when dinner's ready when the fire alarms go off?

Yeah.

We have 143 fire alarms in our house.

But let's back this story up. A few days ago we bought yummy pork tenderloin so we could make prison pork. Awful name, scrumptious dish. To keep things short, you cut the tenderloin in half lengthwise, slather a filling of cream cheese and bacon or jalapenos on the inside bottom half, put it back together and wrap the whole tenderloin in a bacon weave. After that's done you grill it. Simple.

Chris wasn't home, I don't know how to use the grill and we're out of propane. Prison pork sounds soooo good for dinner.

Yours truly decides this can be cooked in the oven. Easy. That's what a broiler is for and I never use it. . .

No joke I was pulling it out of the oven when all 143 alarms go off. And we have neighbors that live 4 feet in either direction.

After 10 minutes the guy across the street knocks on the door and when Chris tells him we're cooking dinner he laughs. Laughs. Like this is funny. Look behind him and you see all the neighborhood kids lined up and staring at our house from across the street. Discreet.

Man was it good once we got to sit down. I think next time I'll buy the propane for Chris and let him grill it. It's less noisy that way.