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I was wrong about pork chops

A childhood staple gets a second look, reimagined with spice, sweet raisins, herbs and creamy yogurt

Published April 10, 2026 10:45AM (EDT)

There are certain foods that don’t leave your life so much as fade out of it. No dramatic rejection, no moment where you swear them off. They just stop appearing. You stop thinking about them. And one day you realize it’s been years.

For me, that food is the pork chop.

In my childhood, pork chops were a regular, if unremarkable, presence. Thin-cut. Pan-cooked or baked. Sometimes seasoned simply with salt and pepper, sometimes coated in Shake ’n Bake, that sandy, paprika-tinged breadcrumb mix that crisped into something approximating a crust. They arrived alongside Kraft mac and cheese and green beans, the plate a tidy arrangement of beige, orange and green. It was dinner. It was........

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