Love all the chocolate the boys keep bringing me. Mike came by today to do some banking for me, and of course the bank called to verify he was for real. Oh, what a temptation to put in front of me after all the grief that kid gives me at times. I was nice though, and he not only got the check cashed, but put the money on my card for me. And a few minutes ago I got a call from him asking if I was missing anything. Hadn’t thought much about it until he asked, but then realized he kinda forgot to bring me the change.
I’m using both hands for typing tonight, sorta. Have to stop and rest the left one occasionally, but it sure makes things go faster. Instead of a snails pace now, I can move at a turtle’s pace. I think that can be called progress. sure am getting tired of sitting though.
This seems to be the only burgoo picture I still have in the media library, and that’s my sis Elaine making about 10 gallons of it last summer. The point though, is that Mike got some of mine out of the freezer for me today, then got some paper bowls out of the cabinet, so now all I have to do is get a neighbor to come in and heat it up for me so it doesn’t end up in my lap or on the floor before it gets to my mouth. I never thought I could get tired of chocolate, but when it becomes the only thing on the menu for over a week you start wanting something a bit more substantial. Same goes with bananas and p-nut butter. Still want some every day, but do need the extra benefits of a good hot bowl of burgoo. For the unitiated, burgoo is a very thick — well, not soup, but also not stew. Made with loving attention by grinding two different meats, cabbage, potatoes, onions, and adding corn and tomatoes plus just the right seasonings — can’t be beat. It’s mostly a regional dish, and the “correct” recipe was passed down from my Aunt Betty Ann’s family, then my sisters took it with them when they moved to Colorado. Only a couple of places here still make the original recipe though, so I got about 8 gallons last summer and froze most of it for the year. So glad I didn’t hog it all down at once now that I really need it.
Also have some potato soup in the freezer, so when I’ve eaten the burgoo that is thawing now I’ll get out some potato soup. Hints for everyone out there — you never plan on having accidents like this, but sometimes they happen, so always keep easy to reach, easy to handle food and dishes close for “that” dreaded some day. Thought I was prepared for any kind of natural disaster, and in a way I guess I am, but sure wasn’t prepared for this kind. When recovered, my microwave will be moved down one shelf so I can reach it from the chair if necessary. Paper plates, bowls and plastic cutlery will be placed where they can be reached easily from the chair, and finger foods will be kept in abundance where they can be within reach. And plastic cups will also be accessible, even though ice cubes will be a challenge. Water is okay when not so cold though if you are thirsty enough.
Okay, back to one tired finger again, so signing off.
Get your change, Angie! Rest up for some more typing tomorrow, too.
MIKE WILL BRING THE CHANGE TOMORROW. I’VE PUT A HEX ON MY KIDS AREADY. GOING TO BE CREAMATED, PUT IN 3 URNS, AND EACH ONE HAS TO PUT ME IN A PROMINENT PLACE IN THEIR HOME.