Christmas in the desert. Year two of pandemic Christmas. Year one of desert Christmas. Caleb is two and understands Christmas now — understands presents and trees and cookies and the general concept that December means STUFF HAPPENS.
The tree is real this year — a noble fir from the one Christmas tree lot in Twentynine Palms, which is run by a Marine veteran and his wife who've been selling trees in the desert for twenty years. The tree smelled like Virginia. I stood in the lot and inhaled and was nine years old in Norfolk and the world was pine and cold and Donna Abernathy was making sugar cookies.
Christmas Eve: I made Mom's baked ziti. The Italian Christmas Eve tradition that goes back to Grandma Carol. Ziti, ricotta, mozzarella, marinara, Italian sausage. In the desert, in the oven adjusted down twenty degrees, while Caleb ran around in his 'Caleb's Kitchen' apron and Ryan assembled a toy train that required an engineering degree.
Christmas morning: Ryan's breakfast casserole (he's graduated from scrambled eggs to full casserole — Dad's recipe, passed through me to Ryan, the teaching chain continuing). Caleb opened presents and was more interested in the boxes than the contents, which is the universal two-year-old response.
Mom's care package: another apron for Caleb (because one is not enough for Donna), cooking-themed picture books, and a framed photo of her kitchen in Norfolk — the kitchen where I learned to cook, where the spice rack Dad built hangs on the wall, where the recipe binder lived for thirty years.
A photo of the kitchen. Not the family. The KITCHEN.
Because the kitchen IS the family.
FaceTime Christmas: Mom, Dad, Megan (and Grant, who I suppose is permanent now since they're engaged). Caleb sang 'Jingle Bells' — the words were mostly wrong, the melody was entirely wrong, but the spirit was absolutely right.
Dad: 'Merry Christmas, Caleb. Grandpa loves you.'
Caleb: 'RAWR!'
Dad: 'That's my boy.'
Christmas dinner: Mom's glazed ham (MY version — different glaze, more mustard, less sweet). Scalloped potatoes. Green beans. The desert Christmas dinner, served at 1800, in a three-square-foot kitchen, under a noble fir that smells like Virginia.
Merry Christmas from Mars. The ham was mine. The tree was real. The kitchen is framed on the wall.
Dinner at 1800. In every kitchen. In every desert. In every life.
Always.
Mom’s glazed ham was on the Christmas table, but it was my version—more mustard, less sweet, adjusted for altitude and for the cook I’ve become in a three-square-foot desert kitchen. That’s the thing nobody tells you about inheriting recipes: eventually you stop following them exactly, and that’s not a betrayal, it’s the point. These broiled pork chops with mango sauce are cut from that same cloth—the sweet-and-savory glaze hits every note a holiday ham does, but it’s faster, it’s weeknight-doable, and it’s entirely yours to make your own. Serve them the way we serve everything out here: at 1800, in whatever kitchen you have, with whoever you love.
Broiled Pork Chops with Mango Sauce
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 15 min | Total Time: 25 min | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 4 bone-in pork loin chops (about 3/4 inch thick, 6–8 oz each)
- 1 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- 1 cup fresh or frozen mango, diced (about 1 medium mango)
- 2 tablespoons honey
- 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar
- 1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
- 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (optional)
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 2 tablespoons water
Instructions
- Preheat the broiler. Set your oven broiler to high and position a rack about 6 inches from the heating element. Line a rimmed baking sheet with foil and place a wire rack on top.
- Season the chops. Pat pork chops dry with paper towels. Rub both sides with olive oil, then season evenly with salt, pepper, garlic powder, and smoked paprika.
- Make the mango sauce. In a small saucepan over medium heat, combine diced mango, honey, apple cider vinegar, Dijon mustard, minced garlic, red pepper flakes (if using), and water. Cook, stirring occasionally, for 5–7 minutes until the mango softens and the sauce thickens slightly. Use the back of a spoon or a potato masher to break down the mango into a chunky glaze. Remove from heat and set aside.
- Broil the pork chops. Place seasoned chops on the prepared wire rack. Broil for 5–6 minutes per side, until the internal temperature reaches 145°F and the surface is golden with light char on the edges. Watch closely—broilers vary.
- Glaze and rest. During the last 2 minutes of broiling, spoon a generous layer of mango sauce over the top of each chop and return to the broiler until the glaze caramelizes and bubbles. Remove from oven and let rest 3–5 minutes before serving.
- Serve. Plate chops and spoon remaining warm mango sauce over the top. Pairs well with roasted potatoes, green beans, or steamed rice.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 340 | Protein: 32g | Fat: 14g | Carbs: 18g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 520mg
About the cook who shared this
Rachel Abernathy
Week 247 of Rachel’s 30-year story
· San Diego, California
Rachel is a twenty-eight-year-old Marine wife and mom of two who has moved five times in six years and learned to cook a Thanksgiving dinner with half her cookware still in boxes. She married young, survived postpartum depression, and feeds her family of four on a junior Marine's salary with a freezer full of pre-made meals and a crockpot that has never let her down. She writes for the military spouses who are cooking dinner alone in base housing and wondering if they're enough. You are.