Thursday, February 3, 2011
Olives and Fishes
It is Snow Day: Part The Third and I am bored (still). I did venture out on foot yesterday, but everywhere is still a solid sheet of ice. I don't think anything has really melted and I do not want to hurt myself. Bick fell in the parking lot of his motel yesterday when taking the dog out. He's okay, but bruised up a bit.
As is my wont, I keep the larder pretty lean around here. However, I certainly wasn't prepared for the iceman to cometh and take up residence on my sofa. I've been bored and tinkering. Yesterday's cheffing included: muffins. I didn't have any flour, so I put Wheatena into my spice grinder to make some. I made mini-muffins out of that. Ate one. Threw the rest away. I would have been better off to just spread some butter on the pasteboard box it came in and been done with it. Then I got a hankering for something sweet, so I made caramel sauce. It was good, but really, after two big spoonfuls, there's not anywhere else left to go with it, so it went into the trash as well. That little experiment used up all my cream, so I'm now drinking coffee without it. I probably should just keep it that way moving forward. It's not bad. Last night's dinner consisted of an egg-fu yuck pizza - shredded zucchini with chopped green onions, a little egg beaters and some garam masala spice all on a toasted Flat Out bread. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. The eggs are done for. The home-frozen spinach was freezer burnt and inedible. I've made okra soup. I wouldn't recommend it. Hell, this is sounding like a Shel Silverstein book!
So what's left in Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard? Frozen tilapia and a jar of olives. Olives and Fishes. I hope that shit doesn't multiply.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Be prepared.