Isn't that a beautiful thing? I must say that a properly seared pork chop brings tears of happiness to my eyes.
If you're a child of the 60s or 70s you probably ate your fair share of pork chops that were dry as saw dust because back then our folks were told to cook pork until bone dry and then cook it some more. That way, when you cut into it, you'll start a small fire and you'll know it's safe to eat. Thankfully times have changed and we don't have to torture ourselves with dried-up pork chops that resemble a leather flip flop.