I
don't know what it is but I love to cook and Sunday seems to be a
great day to exercise that love. Today it's meatloaf. I been
processing the vegetables for the meatloaf earlier today since I got
dressed and ready for the day even though I'm gimping around In this
broken chair. Today is the but box which seems to be falling apart.
Not the chair's fault not by any stretch it's me the destroyer is
hard at work again maybe not intentionally result is the same the
chair is reaching for chaos and back to its original elements.
Hopefully my brother will be by this afternoon, even though I told
them I could wait until Monday not have to deal with the whole ox in
the mire scenario.
Mire
are not I brother was coming over and he would work on my chair and
he would get my chair functional again. I could've kept my mouth
shut, I guess and limped through the day until tomorrow, Monday and
called the folks over at the wheelchair shop then hobbled my way over
there for them to work on the chair and I know would not do near the
amount of good work that my brother Carl can do and has always done.
Also, perhaps it was my cheap way of getting some visitation. That is
such a weird concept and that such a weird cliché that I've become:
the older American sitting alone in their little apartment watching
the world pass them by. But, a chance to spend time with my big
brother I'm not going to miss that not the hardly anything. Plus, I
would have someone to put the meatloaf into the oven.
I
actually thought about putting together the ingredients for the loaf
last night but the evening got away from me. I wish I could say I had
something super important that I let taken front seat to my meatloaf
preparation but I could.. I got tired and sucked into silly
television my bane. I didn't even watch anything new. I settled for
my favorite Rom-com: You've Got Mail . I
love everything about that show not only the two characters but the
whole New York scene in which they live. It's probably my favorite
Saturday night flick. Anyway, I spent this morning chopping onions,
green pepper, one piece of bread half a dozen crackers, saltines. Set
them aside. Spent a good 30 minutes trying to get my mixer
operational which did not happen and it up using my hands to goop the
sausage and hamburger and chopped materials together. I've and I got
my new glass cooking pan. I molded the meatloaf in the bread pan then
transferred the molded loaf into my class pan and let the meatloaf
set until my brother arrived.
We
through the meatloaf into the oven, and of course the heat wave when
we Released when we opened the oven set off the fire alarm and had to
call Diana to throw off. And of course, I did not note the time when
we set the meatloaf to cook so this case narrows go have to guess
time in the oven and I Had the temperature set to 425 which probably
should've and 350 or something for an hour and a half. Carl wanted to
do the chair repair outside in the back parking lot. The sun was out
temperatures in the 50s and it felt like spring is beautiful, I
should but not reading. Once again crowded more than admirable job.
I'm so proud of him and what he does for me. We talked about family
talked about what's going on with each other we got to visit. I swear
if I didn't have these minor challenges I would probably never see my
brother. It's weird if I didn't have the amount of people in my life
that I do that help me cut
off the head as they do
when I need I would be in great trouble.
I
overcooked the meatloaf. It's okay I like it and that's the beautiful
this for me now certainly it but had to serve it to anybody. I don't
know if I like the sausage hamburger concept I'm not used to it.
Rather just you straight hamburger which I will
.
I didn't get to put ketchup on the meatloaf as they say to do in the
last 30 minutes of cooking because I knew once I opened up that door
to the oven the alarms going off – – and it did, and placed in a
call to Diana and left the meatloaf in the oven until a cold to the
point that I cut off the end for tasting purposes and then have a slice for
dinner with one Biscuit. I thought about putting together a can of
green beans or maybe cooking the broccoli as well as the carbohydrate
possibly a baked potato are one of the packages of mashed potatoes I
have kicking around. I couldn't find a mashed potatoes than finally
consumed a slice of meatloaf covered in ketchup with the biscuit and
called it dinner. I got all my clocks turned back except one and all
have Annette do that tomorrow. It's been a wonderful night perfectly day
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