Drowning in pork

My in-laws decided to compensate me for my trip in coach with a special meal, so they purchased some pork tenderloins at Costco. (Because I eat pork chops, which she despises, Lisa thinks my favorite meat is pork.) We dumped them, still mostly frozen, into marinade (hoisin, soy, peanut oil, and sugar) after Monday night’s turkey dinner, and let them sit overnight.

Last night, we started putting them on racks to cook, and discovered the Immutable Law of Costco: things never come in manageable packages. What we had both assumed (and had seemed, when frozen) to be plastic packages containing a single tenderloin each contained two instead. So instead of three tenderloins, which would have fed seven, with enough left over for subsequent meals and dog-bribery besides, we had six.

But roasted for thirty to forty minutes in a 350° oven, with brown rice in broth with scallions and stir-fried broccoli with garlic and hot pepper, they were still excellent. Now we just have to figure out what to do with the leftovers.