I’m having one of those days. One of those days where I feel as though I’m being thwarted at every turn.
First, I’m out of food. All those rants I just wrote, and my fridge is just about empty. My pantry is full, but for every recipe I find, it needs something I don’t have. I don’t even have whole tomatoes with which to make my world famous chili! And I’m never without whole tomatoes. I can still make my chili; I’ll just have to use diced tomatoes instead.
That is, if I have the beans for it.
What is in my pantry if I don’t have these staples, like whole tomatoes and beans?! I know I have something like four cans of light coconut milk. Why?? Because it’s something I can’t easily pick up at the commissary, so I would grab a can or two every time I went to the foo-foo grocery store or to World Market.
We don’t have a World Market here; there are none in all of New England! The closest one is in Maryland. Can you imagine??? Gahhh.
Hmmm, what else do I have in my pantry? I know I have artichoke hearts, which means I could make my special artichoke chicken recipe. (Mix ¾ cup mayonnaise [don’t use the reduced-fat or fat-free stuff] and ¾ cup grated parmesan. Drain a can of artichoke hearts and chop each one into fourths. Add to mayonnaise-and-cheese mixture. Grease an ovensafe pan, add four boneless, skinless chicken breasts, and spread mixture over chicken. Bake at 350º for 35 to 40 minutes, or until done.) I’ve got cans and cans and cans of diced tomatoes. Two ginormous cans of crushed tomatoes, though I can’t remember the last time I used crushed tomatoes. Chicken broth, tomato sauce, refried beans, mackerel for the dog, canned salmon for salmon patties, even baby corn!! Tomato paste, though I hate using a tablespoon of tomato paste just to have the rest of the can go bad. I’ve gone to using tomato paste in a tube, which stays good indefinitely. Also it tastes better than the stuff you get in a can, mainly because you don’t have that canned flavor.
All this food, and no idea what to make. Except for artichoke chicken, which will mostly be what we have for dinner tonight.
At least I could also make my famous rolls — as long as I remember to add the yeast this time!! Needless to say, last night’s rolls did not turn out. They found a new home in the garbage can. I probably should have put them out for the birds like my mom would have done, but I don’t have a convenient ravine to chuck them down. And if animals come nosing around my backyard, my dog goes nutzoid.
See?? Thwarted at every turn!!!
I don’t have all the ingredients for most recipes I want to make. I desperately need to go to the commissary, and amazingly enough, I am in the mood to go! But the commissary isn’t open on Mondays. Grrr.
THEN! I went into the laundry room to put away the load in the dryer, switch the load from the washer into the dryer, and put a load of Grace’s clothes in the wash. But the load in the dryer wasn’t yet dry!! FOILED AGAIN!
By the time that load is dry, I’ll forget about it or get lazy and the laundry will never get done.
I did manage to go for a walk at lunch with Kurt and Grace. At least we got out of the house and got moving. We stay inside too much, and we really need to take advantage of these dry and (relatively) warm days. Who knows how much playing outside Grace will be able to do once winter hits in earnest??
Speaking of Grace, my daughter has to be one of the nuttiest people I know. I should categorize this story under “Why the hell do I buy her toys anyway?” because yet again, she’s found another non-toy to play with.
This time, it’s those clips you buy to seal open bags. We’d gotten these orange clips from Target, in their $1 section, since we’re always needing new ones. Kurt insisted he put them on the fridge high enough that Grace shouldn’t have been able to reach them, but somehow she did.
Usually she hangs them in her hair, but today she found a new place onto which to clip them:
I am so confused why she did this, with all four of them to boot! You would think it would hurt, but not enough, apparently. She then followed up by putting them on her fingers.
My daughter ain’t right. More proof that she takes after her momma!!!!