A Dribble of Rain
Smokey air is one thing. Add to that a dribble of a rain shower. Not the most welcoming for the weekend. Never mind . . . it’s the weekend . . . rejoice!
Right now my church tables in the studio look as if we have nothing going on. That would be correct. The tablecloth has been cleaned up of extra threads and fuzz and pressed. I had an extra wide hanger that I measured to see how narrow the tablecloth would need to be folded widthwise to lie flat over the rod. One fourth of the width did it. I put a freshly washed towel over the rod before putting the tablecloth over it. That will keep the cloth from getting a marked fold line in the future. A clean dry cleaner bag over the top and it is now hanging from a hook in the ceiling of the studio. The click of the light switch echoed me saying “Amen.”
I think I can say with confidence, “If not at 100%, I am going to be just fine with my mobility.”
As I sit in my old comfy chair in our west porch watching traffic, I know how I am going forward fixing meals. No more asking “What are you hungry for”? If it arrives on the table at supper time . . . it is what it is.
Yesterday when we were in the grocery store, Dennis picked up a container of Lloyd’s pulled pork from the cooler. Last night we had hot pulled pork sandwiches on toast. That took a fairly small amount out of the round tub. It was very tasty. I put on my thinking cap.
I had mentioned we shopped for a variety of staples yesterday. Tonight for supper, in a sprayed 9″ baking dish, I broke up six tortillas to cover the bottom. One diced onion had been caramelized than I added a can of refried beans to heat them to soften them up. That was spread on the tortillas. The Lloyd’s pulled pork was spread over the onions and beans. To top it off, shredded cheddar cheese to cover. It will go into the oven at 350 degrees until it hits the heat of 155-160.
For sure, this was not in Mom’s church recipe book. I don’t even know if Dad would have gone for it. He was pretty much meat, potatoes and what’s for dessert. Dennis and I both like Mexican flavored food once in awhile. Do we ever go out for a Mexican meal? No. Dad’s favorite saying, “Talk is cheap but it won’t buy whiskey.” Silly as it is, Dad never drank whiskey, but . . . he wouldn’t turn down a Fuzzy Navel: a shot of vodka with orange juice.
I got waylaid. As I have gotten older, meals have been a challenge for supper. We don’t eat as much as we used to and our pallets have changed. Wait until I bring out the chow mien noodles. As I have mentioned, our café up town does not discriminate. They would take Dennis’ money any hour of any day.
Rejoice for all, the Lord allows for us to be his stewards.