The first time I made this, I really thought I had my act together. We had some friends coming over for dinner, so I prepped everything ahead of time and had the tenderloins all rolled and ready long before anyone showed up. Once our guests arrived I stuck the tenderloins in the oven, turned on my meat thermometer alarm, and sat down to chat with my friend Michele while her husband Todd played with the kids outside. Easy peasy right? Wrong.
We chatted and we laughed…and at one point I thought “wow that meat sure is taking a long time to cook”….but I knew my handy dandy meat thermometer would alert me as soon as it was done. After a while….a long while….I decided to go over and check the thermometer to see how far along the meat was. But instead of showing me a temperature, all I saw was three dashes…. Uh Oh. Unbeknownst to me, the thermometer had decided to stop working sometime during my attempt at making a fabulous dinner, and when I opened the oven door and peeked in, I saw two very very overcooked pieces of pork peering back at me. Sadly I had no Plan B, so I forced my friends and their sweet children to eat my burnt entree, which they oh so graciously did without even complaining. I blame the thermometer and Michele’s fantastic conversation skills for my blunder.
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