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Cornbread-Stuffed Pork Chops — The Anthology-Acceptance Dinner

Mama insisted on a real dinner Friday night to mark the anthology acceptance. She didn’t use the word celebrate — that’s not a word that comes naturally to her, the way some women won’t use the word miracle — but she said, Wednesday night while we were doing dishes after taco soup, “You’re cooking yourself a proper meal Friday and I’m sitting at the table for it.” That’s the same thing as celebrating in our house. I picked cornbread-stuffed pork chops because Mama’s favorite anything is anything stuffed — she loves a stuffed bell pepper, a stuffed mushroom, a Thanksgiving turkey precisely because of what’s inside the bird — and because I’d been wanting to try the technique since I watched somebody do it on a Food Network show on a Saturday morning when I was in seventh grade and my brain filed the move away for later.

The technique is mostly about the pocket, not the stuffing. You take a thick-cut bone-in pork chop — the IGA had inch-and-a-quarter ones for four-twenty-nine a pound on the manager’s special, and I bought four for the two of us so we’d have leftovers Saturday — and you slide a paring knife in along the side of the bone, parallel to the cutting board, working the blade in a slow back-and-forth motion to open up a pocket inside the meat without breaching the outer wall on either side. You’re basically cutting a horizontal envelope. The first chop, I cut all the way through one side and had to re-think; the next three, I got the angle right. The pocket should hold maybe a half-cup of stuffing without the meat tearing.

The stuffing was leftover cornbread from Wednesday night’s taco-soup-side crumbled into rough chunks — cornbread that’s a day or two old stuffs better than fresh because it’s drier and more absorbent — tossed with about a cup of yellow onion and a half-cup of celery I’d sweated in butter for ten minutes until they were soft and translucent, six fresh sage leaves chiffonaded from a pot on the porch that I’d been keeping alive since June, salt, pepper, a beaten egg to bind, and a half-cup of low-sodium chicken broth to moisten. The mixture should hold together when you squeeze it in your fist but not feel wet. If it’s too wet, more cornbread; too dry, a tablespoon more broth at a time. I packed each pocket full, sealed the openings with two toothpicks each, salted and peppered the outside of the chops, and let them sit at room temperature for fifteen minutes while I heated the cast iron.

The cast iron has to be properly hot — smoking-just-barely hot — or the sear is mush. I went four minutes on the first side without moving the chops, three on the second, and then transferred the whole pan into a three-seventy-five oven for about eighteen minutes until the meat thermometer read one hundred and forty-five degrees in the thickest part of the meat (not in the stuffing — the stuffing reads cooler than the meat by ten degrees, which had me confused the first time I checked). I let them rest under tented foil for ten minutes off the heat, which is when the carryover cooking finishes the inside without overcooking the outside.

Mama set the table with the cloth napkins from the cabinet we don’t open except at Thanksgiving. She poured herself a small glass of the cheap red wine she keeps in the pantry for cooking, which she does maybe four times a year — her birthday, my birthday, Christmas Eve, and now this. She raised the glass across the table at me and said, “To the Cody piece. To the writer.” I did the toast and almost cried into my napkin. She told me she’d been carrying the anthology news in her chest all week and hadn’t said anything because she was trying to find the right way to mark it — not a card, not a hug-and-go, but something. I told her the dinner was the right way. The cornbread stuffing inside the chop. The toothpick I’d had to remember to pull out. The oven-rest under foil. All of it.

She thought about that for a few seconds, took a small sip of the wine, and said, “Then dinner’s the right way every Friday until you leave for college, and you’re cooking and I’m sitting and we’re calling it Friday Friday.” She doubled the word the way she doubles things when she’s being deliberate. Friday Friday. That’s a thing now. We’ve got eight months of Fridays between this one and graduation, give or take, and Mama just claimed every one of them.

The pocket is the whole technique — cut along the bone, don’t breach the sides. Here’s the build.

Cornbread-Stuffed Pork Chops

Prep Time: 20 minutes | Cook Time: 35 minutes | Total Time: 55 minutes | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 4 bone-in pork chops, about 1 1/4 inches thick
  • 1 cup cornbread, crumbled (day-old works best)
  • 1/4 cup celery, finely diced
  • 1/4 cup onion, finely diced
  • 2 tablespoons butter
  • 2 tablespoons chicken broth
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried sage
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt, divided
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper, divided
  • 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil

Instructions

  1. Preheat and prep. Preheat your oven to 375°F. Line a baking dish or rimmed sheet pan with foil and set aside.
  2. Make the stuffing. In a small skillet over medium heat, melt butter and sauté the celery and onion until softened, about 4–5 minutes. Remove from heat and stir in the crumbled cornbread, chicken broth, sage, 1/4 teaspoon salt, and 1/8 teaspoon pepper. The mixture should hold together loosely when pressed.
  3. Pocket the chops. Using a sharp paring knife, cut a deep horizontal pocket into the side of each pork chop, being careful not to cut all the way through. Season the outside of each chop with the remaining salt, pepper, and garlic powder.
  4. Stuff and seal. Spoon the cornbread stuffing evenly into each pocket, pressing gently so it fills the cavity. Secure the opening with a toothpick if needed to keep the stuffing in place during cooking.
  5. Sear for color. Heat olive oil in an oven-safe skillet over medium-high heat. Sear the stuffed chops for 2–3 minutes per side until golden brown.
  6. Bake through. Transfer the skillet (or arrange chops in the prepared baking dish) and bake for 25–30 minutes, until the internal temperature of the pork reaches 145°F. Let rest 5 minutes before serving.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 390 | Protein: 34g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 22g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 480mg

Kaylee Turner
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Kaylee Turner
Week 128 of Kaylee’s 30-year story · Tulsa, Oklahoma
Kaylee is twenty-five, married with three kids under six, and the youngest mom on the RecipeSpinoff team. She got her GED at twenty, married at nineteen, and feeds her family on whatever she can find at Dollar General and the Tulsa grocery outlet. She survived a tornado that took the roof off her apartment and discovered that you can make surprisingly good dinners with canned goods and determination. Don't underestimate her. She doesn't underestimate herself.

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