Some people wonder how, since marrying a Jewish woman, how can I adapt to not being able to eat pork at home? My typical answer is something about how we eat out so often I don’t miss it. But that’s only part of the truth, really. How could I complain when Chris Rachael can decide she wants to try a new cajun-ish crockpot chicken dish and she invents something like this?

I can’t. I love it. It’s bliss.