Thick cut pork rib chop. Well-cooked green beans. House-made corn muffin. Rancho Gordo's King City pinks.
Broiling the pork chop, I thought I smelled smoke. I did, I did. That broiler is friggin' hot, and the fat had gone up in flames. Fortunately extinguished quickly with no further damage, except to the smoke detector. Made the bones taste almost barbecued!