Good Gracious, great grilling: Carolina Pork Chops

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It is upon us, the great season of grilling and picnics. Every evening in small town USA, you can bet your bottom burger bun that there will be the sweet smell of charcoal wafting through the air as you smile, nod, and stir your potato salad.
Swing sets will be creaking and soon enough, hoses will be squirting. Someone will yell "tag!" about the same time someone else finally gets close to digging to China in the comfort of their own sandbox.
And we'll love it.
I always start craving the good grill and macaroni salad when the snow melts, but it takes a few weeks to really get into the groove of remembering your outdoor cooking appliance. This is one of my favorite things to whip up in advance and store until the weather is just right and corn first starts showing up in the grocery stores (and not at outrageous winter prices.)
Heat the grill, mix this up, smile, nod, stir your potato salad, and enjoy.

Carolina Pork Chops
Spice rub:
1 tsp garlic powder
1 tsp. onion powder
1 tsp. sugar
1 tsp. paprika
1 tsp. chili powder
1 tsp. black pepper
1/2 tsp. salt

This will make enough rub for approximately 4-5 center cut pork chops. Double (heck, triple!) the recipe and keep some on hand.

Liberally cover chops with spice rub. Grill as usual.

Comments

The Starr Family said…
Aren't you just full of yummy goodness?? Do you cater?
May 10, 2010 at 8:57 PM
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