So I start the process, planning to have it for lunch by myself — not quite ready to make someone else the guinea pig on this yet. Because some of the steps have to be timed, I looked at the clock. That’s when it dawned on me that I don’t have that long before I have to start dinner. I was cooking for my friend Shawna, trying out a new recipe for pork chops.
It took a second for the incongruity of it to hit me. Matzo ball soup and pork chops. Cooked by an agnostic Hindu. Welcome to America.