Using some of 21st Century America’s worst cooking equipment (the standard appliances installed in a Residence Inn include a stove where the controls are behind the burners — whoever thought that up needs to be slapped), I managed to cook not only a decent but indeed fairly tasty dinner of seared pork chops, sauteed asparagus, and spaetzle with parmesan cheese.
The kids even ate it. Sophia turned me and said, “Mom, you make great dinners.” And let me tell, that made my entire week.