Good Feelings
Waking this morning, it felt like it was going to be a great day. How wrong can feelings be! The sky isn’t the limit, it’s what I believe in. We did have an inch and a half of rain last night and with the sun shining this morning . . . I had good feelings.
After running a few errands, I settled into the kitchen to see what the refrigerator held for supper. One of our best bets for a good purchase from the grocery story is a rotisserie chicken. Bringing it home hot from the store with a container of slaw is all we need for a supper. The best part is that there is so much chicken on these chubby gals that after it is boned out . . . there is a lot of good eating left. I usually make a small bowl of cold chicken salad for sandwiches for the coming day. The remainder of the cubed chicken goes into a hotdish. Alfredo sauce is our favorite for the hotdish using the Pennie pasta. Dicing up frozen vegetables or even using a can of mixed vegetables or chopped up green beans tops it off. Dennis prefers a very moist hotdish. That calls for me rinsing out the Alfredo jar with some cream. Sometimes we put crushed cracker crumbs on top or just a layer of fresh ground pepper. Within 45 to 50 minutes in a 325 degree oven we call it a great hot meal for supper.
It’s not that I don’t like making meals. I like to make a dish that will allow for left-overs. In thinking about it, the rotisserie chicken usually runs about $8.98 in our grocery store. Figuring one hot supper after it is brought home, a cold chicken salad sandwich with a cup of soup for the next night’s supper . . . and then having the hotdish on the third night . . . it is a very value-conscious purchase. I don’t think Dr. Oz thinks kindly on Rotisserie chicken, but . . . we have been purchasing it off and on for quite some time and have no qualms about it. It’s good protein. I have even purchased the chicken and refrigerated it until the next day when I had time to work with the boned out chicken. Convenience . . . you can’t beat it.
Yesterday we were at an event where someone had recently smashed their finger. It looked sore and I am sure it throbbed as the time when on. It reminded me of how often Dad had done the self same thing while working. It kind of grossed me out, when after a day or so, he would be in his shop and could be found drilling a very small hole in the center of the nail of the injured finger. He assured me that it took the pressure off of the injury and in time the nail would fall off on its own. Oh how much we take our hands and fingers for granted as we work them every day. They may be calloused from the work, but oh so tender when harmed.
My good feelings have endured the entire day. The breeze is blowing into the west porch windows and the chimes in the evergreen tree are bringing melodious music into our home. It’s a good thing.