The plan last night was to have a few folks over, fix some version of pork tenderloin, and watch Avengers in 3D on the fancy television upstairs. Alas, the package of Smithfield pork tenderloin that I bought at Harris Teeter last week (with a "Sell By" date of February 05, 2013) pumped out a terrible rotting smell as soon as I cut into it. It was so bad that it actually turned me queasy. I sent the crew out to Foothills for dinner and I laid down with Cyprus for about an hour to recover. It was the darnedest thing.
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