Cooking pork is about confidence. Once you master 145°F, you’ll never fear a slightly pink center again. You’ll become that person who serves succulent chops while guests moan with joy. And you’ll look smug while doing it.
So grab a thermometer, embrace the three-minute rest, and remember: your grandparents’ shoe-leather pork wasn’t safer—it was just sadder. You’ve got this. Now go cook something worth eating.