Cooking pork is not hard. It’s just precise. A thermometer fixes everything.
Forget the old dried-out pork chops from your childhood. You’re in charge now. You’re the grill master.
And if you screw up? Eh. Order pizza. Try again tomorrow. But I promise—once you nail 145°F, you’ll never go back.
Now go fire up that grill. And don’t forget to pour yourself another coffee. You earned it.