Tuesday, July 31, 2007
KITCHEN GUY
Or is that Mr. Food? Last week I watched the last mentioed do a dish with chicken, of which I have a lot of Costco frozen pieces. It was Chinese Chickdn Chow Mein. Looked easy enough and healthy so I looked it up on the net and printed out the recipie along with one for Sloppy Joes. ( I have several 1 lb. packages of hamburger in the Fridge as well.) Pete fixed supper Sunday night after the Democrat Annual Summer Picnic. We had chicken there and salmon at home. So, last night it was my turn. Pete will be at the restaurant the rest of the week so I scounge. I went to the store to get additional ingrediants like Chow Mein noodles, scallions, and a bag of mixed veggies - (lettuce, carrots, broccoli, etc.) Since we had the window air conditioner going in the front room I closed the door to the kitchen and set the oven at 425. It was like 100 degrees outside. I didn't look at a thermometer in the kitchen, but thought of Betty and how she usually had a fan going in there in the summer. Many things about the house remind me of her. To get back to Mr. Food. I cooked the chicken, got the soy sauce mix ready, sliced the scallions and made some tea. When it came time to put it all together I got out a large pan (the one I cook corn on the cob in) and mixed it all up. We sat down to dinner at 5:30 and watched the evening news as we ate. We then watched Jeopardy and the Seattle Mariners as they beat the LA Angels 2-0. After the evening news and the balance of the game I went to bed and watched some of Leno and some of Letterman. Neither had a guest worth staying up for so it was lights out. Ooops! I now remember that I had not prepared or use the Chow Mein noodles. Oh, well. We were both satisfied, had some ice cream and cookies later in the evening and did not go to bed hungry. AND there is enough of the stuff left that I can cook a handful of noodles and finish it off for supper tonight. All's well, that ends well. I still remember by dear wife, but I don't always remember process.
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4 comments:
Sounds kinda familiar. I don't know how many times I've stopped off at the store on my way home from work to get a quart of milk only to get home with several bags of groceries and no milk. I to think of mom a lot. There are a lot of knick knacks she passed on to me. When ever I see them sitting on the shelf, I think of her.
I guess that that is why some old guys move into another facility. The old home place is to personal!
Or another city. ;)
But certainly not in the deep south! There I would indeed be a Curmudgeon
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