Betty Crocker
The 1962 recipient of the state’s Betty Crocker award received less than favorable comments on the oven meal that was prepared for last night’s supper. The person that prepared the dish was . . . me! Myself and Dennis were the two giving the comments.
There is a serious revision that needs to take place when or if I do this oven meal again. First off the Lawry’s Seasoned salt should have been omitted. Way too salty. In hindsight the Stove Top Stuffing should have been prepared as the box directed and then spread on the green beans and raw chicken. Dennis’ suggestion would have been to top the dish with a jar of Alfredo sauce, and then using the handle of a wooden spoon, popped holes in the top allowing Alfredo sauce to penetrate the layers. Good thought. The beans are canned in a salty mixture, the stuffing mix has salt in it and Campbells’ soup is loaded with salt.
As Forest Gump so wisely stated, “That’s all I have to say about that.”
We will have a second round of last night’s oven dish as neither one of us throws out good food. Live and learn.
Today has seen a mixture of mist and snow.
Dennis has his pickup bed filled with all that is needed to change oil in the rider mower and the Cub Lo-Boy. It was too wet and raw today for that. Hopefully the weekend will bring more favorable weather.
Dennis helped me take the 6′ x 10′ jute carpet and put it going east to west next to the church tables on the south side. I have found the extra heft of rolling my sewing chair over carpeting during different sewing needs requires a momentum that begins with a motion in the hips and follows through to the back. The chair does not move on its own. It proves over time to be hard on a tender back. Funny story on that bit of carpeting and where it came from. My brother, Calvin, had bought the jute piece for in front of their television. Liking to go barefoot, the new jute texture didn’t feel good on tender feet.
I have enjoyed that handed off carpet for many years. Would I ever put more carpeting down in the studio? No. Pins have a way of taking flight while I sew and they hide surprisingly easy. Though I don’t go barefoot in the studio, we do have some that visit and don’t think a thing of slipping off their shoes when they visit me in the studio. I would hate to have someone find one of those pins that have evaded me.
The sun threatens to shine, but I give it a flunking grade. Maybe tomorrow.