Four days after an earthquake struck DC and the great east coast, a damn hurricane showed up. The hurricane made landfall on DC at the same time that our fantasy football draft was taking place. Did 50 mph winds, heavy rains and a general sense of areawide panic stop me from grilling a dozen pork chops (including making another batch of homemade delicious mustard BBQ sauce) for the guys who came to the draft? Hell, no. Because I'm a man, dammit. Those are some classy crosshatched grill marks on those chops, if I do say so myself.
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Those were some outstanding pork chops. The grill marks were a nice touch.
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