Sunday, March 09, 2014
Oh, how I love food and cooking and eating and setting a pretty table and Delft blue dishes. It's all good to me and today I invented something, I think. If you read this (as few do, I am alone here, people), please let me know if you have ever heard of the final combination of foods.
It starts with being miserly and hating to discard food. Rooting around the freezer gave me a whole new cheap food experience from frozen widows and orphans: forgotten and unloved bargains, left in the cold with no one to love them.
There was pasta sauce made from scratch with on-sale tomatoes and a bag of sweet red pepper slices plus (bonus) two small packages of very cheap chuck steak that I bought in case of world-wide desolation. Certainly it would take the end of the world as we know it to make me barbecue this tough, stubborn beef - I tried once and it was like eating your best purse - so it has languished in the freezer for a long time, no date on the package, no purpose, and no jaw strong enough to chew it. I just could not throw it out, though.
Blessings are everywhere, folks! I now know you can chop cheap beef in your Cuisinart and it makes excellent hamburger. I browned it with the pepper slices, added some coarsely chopped onion, added cinnamon and a lot of fennel seeds, then mixed it with the ancient pasta sauce. This mixture cooked up into a very sweet, heavy, thick sauce. Last, I added a can of huge red kidney beans. Can I hear an Amen??
Now I have invented Italian Chili, or Chitali. Or Greek Chili, since my spice array is more Greek than anything else. That would be Grili, right?
This is company food if I served it with a salad and some homemade bread. What would this recipe actually be, if I found it in a book somewhere? It looks like chili but tastes so Greco-Italian...
If I thinned it down and added pasta, I think it would be pasta fagioli, but I like it as a kind of stew-like chili-ish main dish.
Rambling, here. If we get to the end of the world, be sure to stop by - I am sure there is enough food left in my freezer for most of us. In the meantime, if you know what I made today, let me know.
Sunday, March 02, 2014
I haven't lost any more than my initial thee pounds, but it is at least staying off. The big snow events threw me off every schedule or plan I had in the last month for going to the gym. It only costs $10 a month but I hate to waste my money by not going. I guess I have to reboot the effort tomorrow-- oh, I mean Tuesday -- plans for tomorrow night with my Saturday group.
The last week has felt positive and bearable, lol. No terrible events other than Chauncey's upset stomach. Fortunately, I had ordered cat litter from Amazon and have three 45-pound buckets of it, on sale of course. I swear I almost buried him in it after some piteous messes, poor cat. He's better now. I did find a mouse head in what I had to clean up ... evidence that he is gainfully employed on zero population for mice on my property. A cat has to earn his keep. There are no free rides even for charming old tomcats like Chauncey. I remember what a cute kitten he was...
Enough wasted reminiscences! I am too busy on projects today and need to get back to a few more! So far today:
The downstairs vacuum cleaner had a plastic part break and I spent a good hour fixing it just now. The part fit perfectly over a wheel casing and seemed to keep the left wheel from poking up out of the main housing -- quite the shabby bit of design since the plastic was too thin for the strain. (I wish I were too thin for anything at all.)
I had a metal part in the basement left over from the last time my late washer crapped out, so I sort of banged it in to replace the thing on the vacuum. Much fiddling to drill screw holes and find long screws and silent cussing -- my favorite sort of reverse-engineering problem -- and the vacuum is now fixed. Metal trumps plastic!
Right now I have jalapeno/cheese cornbread sticks in the oven and am looking forward to a hearty bowl of chili to accompany them later. The oven heated the house and the chili will heat me. Economy in all things, my friends.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Thirty-two years ago on my birthday, Feb. 13, my then-husband threw my wedding ring across the room at me. The marriage had finally ended. Maybe it was the Valentine I gave him that said "Fondly" instead of mentioning love. (He drank a little too much and it was an oddball marriage anyway. )
Now yesterday a somewhat similar thing happened with VBF. As I have chronicled here, VBF was my lover for about 2 years. Up and down, we broke up many times and ran right back to each other. Recently we stopped being lovers and became Very Best Friends. Not quite the same, but we still spent almost every moment involved in each other's lives. Lately there have been fewer phone calls and little trips. I have been a bit lonely but haven't made the calls or visits.
Last night I went to dinner for Valentine's Day, specially prepared by the roommate of VBF. It was also a birthday celebration, one day late. Nice dinner, small gift. Then after dinner there was a long talk with just the two of us and a status change was announced: VBF is no longer VBF. Just a friend who is going online to find someone to live with and grow old with. I was taken by surprise. Not even a BF.
Now I am adding up how unlucky Valentine's Day is for me. Perhaps because it is clouded by my birthday the day before? Oh I had so few hello's for that -- just one card, one call from my son. Like I wasn't really being noticed. My heart aches because there was no call from my daughter. I wonder if I will ever see her in a state of sanity again.
Life on life's terms means you don't drive yourself insane trying to change everything around you. I may feel spiritually empty but it's temporary and the kindness of life is coming back, I am sure. For now, things feel pretty bleak. I miss VBF.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Thank you for all the fun comments. The big hassle is over! Todd wanted $400 but I gave him $500 out of gratitude for his being here so quickly and for not giving up.
The lesson is to take life on life's terms. Sometimes you can't do anything but take sensible steps toward a solution and await a positive change. So calling in an expert was sensible and then saying Thank You = doing all that I can. It's too late in life for me to take up plumbing as a career.
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