New Year. 2018. I am twenty-eight years old with two children and a marriage that is complicated and a grill and a cookbook and a slowly expanding understanding that feeding people is not just a task but a language. I am learning to speak it. Badly, clumsily, with a heavy accent of Hamburger Helper and packet seasoning. But I am speaking it.
The year's first meal was black-eyed peas at Mama's. Same tradition, same superstition, same food: peas for luck, greens for money, cornbread for gold. Aiden ate the cornbread (carbohydrate, approved). Zaria ate nothing because she is four months old and lives on milk. Dad ate slowly, carefully, Mama monitoring his portions. He said "good year coming" because he always says it. I choose to believe him because I always choose to believe him.
Brianna and I made resolutions at midnight. Hers: build the hair business for real. Mine: cook a meal for Mama. Not bring a contribution, not reheat something, not assist. Cook a full meal, from scratch, and serve it to the woman who has been feeding me for twenty-eight years. This is my resolution. It is ambitious. It may take the full year. But I intend to do it.
Back at the plant on January 2nd. The line started up with the usual post-holiday groan — cold building, cold machines, cold people. Jerome was there early again ("New Year's resolution," he said, same as last year). I asked how long it would last. He said, "I made it to January 5th last year, so I'm shooting for the 6th." I admire his commitment to incremental improvement.
Dinner was something new. I made baked pork chops. Not Mama's smothered pork chops — I am nowhere near that — but bone-in pork chops seasoned with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and paprika, baked in the oven at 375 for forty-five minutes. Simple. Straightforward. The chops were a little dry (I need to learn about internal temperature and timing), but the seasoning was right and the flavor was there. Brianna ate one and nodded. Aiden ate pieces cut small. Zaria stared at us from her bouncer, unable to participate but bearing witness. I made pork chops. Not Mama's pork chops. But pork chops. The word "pork chops" applied to something I made with my own hands in my own kitchen, and that sentence would have been impossible twelve months ago. It is possible now.
That first batch was a little dry — I’ll own that — but the seasoning was right and the intention was right, and that counted for something. This version builds on exactly what I was reaching for that January night: bone-in chops with the kind of simple, honest seasoning that doesn’t need to hide behind a sauce, paired with black-eyed peas that carry the whole weight of the New Year’s tradition Mama passed down. The trick I didn’t know yet was resting the meat and pulling it at the right internal temp — that’s what keeps them from drying out. Brianna’s nod was the first sign I was onto something; this recipe is where I finished what I started.
Baked Pork Chops with Black-Eyed Peas
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 45 min | Total Time: 55 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 4 bone-in pork chops (about 3/4 inch thick)
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1/2 teaspoon onion powder
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 2 cans (15 oz each) black-eyed peas, drained and rinsed
- 1/2 cup low-sodium chicken broth
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder (for peas)
- 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (optional)
- Salt and pepper to taste
Instructions
- Preheat the oven. Set your oven to 400°F. Line a rimmed baking sheet with foil and place a wire rack on top if you have one — it helps the heat circulate and keeps the bottom of the chops from steaming.
- Season the chops. Pat the pork chops completely dry with paper towels — this is the step that makes the difference between a crust and a steam. Brush both sides lightly with olive oil, then season evenly with salt, pepper, garlic powder, smoked paprika, and onion powder. Press the seasoning in with your hands so it adheres.
- Bake to temperature, not time. Arrange chops on the rack and bake for 20–25 minutes, until an instant-read thermometer inserted into the thickest part reads 145°F. Ovens vary and chop thickness varies — pull them at 145°F, not at a fixed minute count. That’s the whole secret.
- Rest the meat. Transfer chops to a cutting board and tent loosely with foil. Let them rest 5 minutes before serving. This is not optional. The juices redistribute during this time, and skipping it is what makes pork chops dry.
- Make the black-eyed peas. While the chops rest, warm a medium saucepan over medium heat. Add the drained black-eyed peas and chicken broth. Season with garlic powder, red pepper flakes if using, and salt and pepper to taste. Simmer 8–10 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the broth has mostly absorbed and the peas are heated through and creamy. Taste and adjust seasoning.
- Plate and serve. Spoon the black-eyed peas alongside the pork chops. That’s it. No sauce needed. The seasoning on the chop is the sauce.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 410 | Protein: 38g | Fat: 16g | Carbs: 28g | Fiber: 7g | Sodium: 540mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 93 of DeShawn’s 30-year story
· Detroit, Michigan
DeShawn is a thirty-six-year-old single dad, auto plant worker, and a man who didn't learn to cook until his wife left and his five-year-old asked, "Daddy, can you cook something?" He called his mama, who came over with two bags of groceries and spent six months teaching him the basics. Now he's the dad at the cookout who brings the ribs, the guy at the plant whose leftover gumbo starts fights, and living proof that it's never too late to learn.