Revenge is meaty

So I have these crackhead neighbors who love to cook pork chops around midnight. They have been doing this at least once a week the entire year that I have been here. Maybe it is the pothead next door with a case of the munchies... I dunno. But it is definitely pork chops. Now, I am up for a nice lean cut of pork now and then, but I can say that at midnight, that would be about as appetizing as a jarful of pickled eggs (ask my Uncle).

And last night... they burned them... badly. It is hard to sleep when your eyes are watering and the acrid smell is making your stomach turn.

Tonight... victory shall be mine! We have a potluck at work tomorrow and against my better judgement said I'd bring pigs in a blanket. And I didn't get around to making them until after midnight. Sweet. I had no intention of burning them, but I have a feeling half this block of apartment smells like piggies and pastry right now. And maybe, just maybe, I dropped a few of my untensils for good measure.

I am evil. An evil cook. Muhahahaha!

Enough of this culinary warfare. Off to bed!