Wow.... Yes, Wow! I knew this was going to be something special and it was worth every mishap along the way. It all started with the dried apples. I've seen those before, I've even eaten them. Who knew it would be such a pain in the neck to find them? That was ok though because I also needed to get the Calvados (apple brandy). I'd heard of that before- in cocktails. I went to a few grocery stores and finally found the dried apples but came up empty handed for the brandy. I had too much time invested to stop then, plus, the picture from my cookbook was too darn tempting to forget. I was on a mission with my DBF in tow to the nearest liquor store (He's a non-drinker mind you, hasn't had a drop in 7 years that I know of) Up and down the aisles we searched. When alas there it was... Calvados... at $45 a pop!!!! Time to give up that dream I thought. A couple of bottles over, I noticed the Applejack- the brandy needed for this sauce and at $17 I thought I could splurge (plus, I thought I might like a sip after the hectic search for the bottle anyway). I got the bottle and DBF got some tortilla chips. All was going well: I went to my garden and snipped some fresh sage, my blender whizzed the fresh bread in to crumbs like nobody's business, and a kangaroo would have been proud of the little pocket I was able to make into each porkchop. I browned them to perfection and then slipped them in the oven. I've had mishaps with frying pan handles after they have been in the oven. They can be decieving, so I was going to be extra cautious. I pulled the chops out and placed a towel over the handle so nobody would touch it. Then I get to the part of the recipe where it says, "carefully ignite the applejack with a long match"... You mean "Flambe?" as in "Flame?" I'm a little embarrassed to say, I avoid all recipes that require a match and highly combustible liquids. Had I read the recipe before hand, I would have caught that little detail. Well, not one to give up 3/4 of the way through, I called my DBF away from his soccer game on TV (I'm sorry, but does he really need to be watching Barcelona play soccer anyway?) opened all the windows, cleared all materials that could ignite away from the pan of applejack, and handed him a long wooden match. I stand back and tell him to light it. DBF doesn't cook, but I assume he wanted to show his bravery so he put the match to the alcohol. Nothing. Strike 2- again nothing. This time he struck the match and just about submerged half the match inside the alcohol.... still nothing! I get the book and read again. Aha... we must warm the applejack before lighting. Now we're rolling again. We placed the pan on the burner, turned on the gas, warmed it ever so gently and then easily lit the fire. It has a beatiful glow, and I compliment DBF on his skills before placing the lid on the fire to exhaust the flame. I grab the pan, you remember... the one with the pork chops in it... the one that was in the 400 degree oven? Yes, that pan, the one with the scortching hot handle. AAAAhhhh! I did it again. Thankfully it was my left hand, and I was able to enjoy my delicious porkchops with my right while holding a bag of ice in my left. Three days later, the pain is gone, but I'll never forget those tasty chops!