For months now, I've been extolling the virtues of tenderloins to my co-workers. My supervisor, who happens to be from near Dayton, OH, is fully aware of the extistance of this delicacy, 'cause he used to have two or three per week when he lived back there. But, like me, hasn't been able to find them anywhere West of the Mississippi. So, I finally fixed a couple and took them to work, today. Gave one to my supervisor and shared the other with a co-worker. The response was indeed gratifying. I asked my boss, "Is it close?" Boss says, "More than close. This is the real deal!" Co-worker says, "Hey you oughta' open a sandwich shop. You'd sell a million of these!" A couple of other guys showed interest, but the loins had been consumed. I now have standing orders for a minimum of five t'loins, at least one day per week. Omigod, what have I done?! Spread the "word", that's what.
The tenderloin now has a toe-hold in the hinterlands of Idaho.
Tom, in Boise
Today, I took five t'loins to work and distributed them to my co-workers at lunchtime. For condiments, I offered mustard, mayo, pickels and onion slices. The sandwiches went over, big-time! Actually, I'm at an advantage here, as there is no other source for these in the region, and the guys have nothing to compare mine to. However, my foreman, who is from Dayton, OH declared them every bit as good as what he enjoyed back there. I tend to agree with him.