The Last Task
Oh my oh my, have we ever had the rain. The blessing is that the ground around the patio porch has been able to take it. No flooding, no tornadoes . . . as I said, blessings.
Yes, the king sized project is now officially a quilt. There are bits and pieces of leftover fabric I need to put in their place. Black and orange will not be in my future for some time. When Dennis came into the studio to see the finished item, we did manage to get the quilt folded, so my church tables look tidy. I could not resist putting my John Henry onto AJ’s quilt. It didn’t take but a few minutes to put the embroidery module onto the machine and play around with the fonts that are already loaded on the sewing machine. The quilt hooped up nicely and I found the perfect spot on one of the bottom corners. This was indeed the last task on this project. It just so happens that the block that is adjacent is the only embroidered block not done in manly colors. The quilt needed a heart on it. When I texted AJ, he may see us this weekend.
As the studio is too cool to make a day of being down here, I gathered up some supplies from the pantry down here and decided on making an oven meal. That should warm up the entire house. I don’t carry items up from the basement. I took what I had gathered and set them on the second step from the bottom. As I walked up each step, so did my supplies. It does take me a bit for me and the supplies to reach the kitchen. But we do make it to the first floor and for me, it is safety first.
The oven dish is a layer of diced raw chicken tenders in a Pam sprayed baking dish with a sprinkling of Lawry’s seasoning salt. One can of drained green beans placed equally. A package of DRY Stove Top Stuffing sprinkled over the dish making sure the bottom of the package that has all of the seasoned herbs is sprinkled evenly. A can of cream of chicken soup that I added the last of the cream I had and whipped it together. That is the topping. Bake covered. It will be in at 325 – 350 degrees for an hour, using my thermometer to let it reach 155 – 165 degrees. Here is my secret . . . if not as moist as what was anticipated after each of us have spooned a helping onto the plate. . . add butter. You can never go wrong with butter.
Tomorrow, the last of the week, with no promise of better weather. We need to suck it up and make the best of it.