On this night I was crunched for time, and I was trying to cook dinner and get my run in, at the same time. I had to brown a pork loin for 10 minutes, so I set the timer and ran up and down our stairs and around the basement ping-pong table, stopping to turn it over every few minutes.
Next the pork went into the oven for 10 minutes, so I ran up and down the street until it was time to take it out.
Then the meat had to rest for 10 minutes, so I did more laps up and down the street. You could call this resourceful or ridiculous. Probably both.
A rogue vine growing through a tiny crack in the window, into the basement
That sweater I'd been looking for (must have taken it off during a heated game of ping pong)
One perfectly cooked pork tenderloin
Recipe for "Tender Pork Tenderloin" on Epicurious: http://bit.ly/tenderporktenderloin