I picked up a couple chicken breasts marinated in some kind of sauce stuff for dinner. When I got home, I realized that I mis-translated the package. I had pork instead. To make matters worse, I had schweinenackensteaks, which means pig neck steaks.
Before I threw them in the trash, I checked to see if there was some way to salvage the evening. Turns out, they’re perfect for pan frying. And I can fry up a steak, because I am a man.
I may be the best Hausfrau ever.