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Starting the New Year – Right?

Well, it just goes to show that even the simplest of resolutions can be difficult.  One of my “easy” ones was to continue to post every night.  It is only Jan 12th and I almost missed setting mine up tonight.  Actually, I did as it is Jan 13th right now (1:32AM), but since the post is for the 13th, I am still okay.

I did a bad tonight and took the night off and went to Indy, ate lunch, shopped at Goodwill, had supper, watched a movie, and sat and talked, all with a very good friend from 2pm until about 12midnight.  I was doing so well.  I drove home at night in the foggy rain (and did good!), stopped at Wal-Mart so I could eat better tomorrow, picked things up, went home, and — dropped a full jar of low carb jelly on the floor.  I spent a bit of time cleaning up the mess (fortunately, it was really thick and stayed pretty much in one piece – the jelly, not the jar), then went to relax a few minutes before bed and saw that I had not done my post!!!

Now, I can already hear all of you out there, “Scott, it’s okay if you miss a night.” or, perhaps, “Scott, just be quiet!” Regardless, the point is:  it was one of my 3 easy resolutions.  So, now, I will tell you just a bit about the movie I watched and be done.  Of course, this also means I didn’t get Friday Fictioneers done this week as I was behind and missed the post!

We saw “Jack Reacher”.  Now, I didn’t know much about it.  It was an excellent movie!  Tom Cruise (I don’t like him, but I do like his movies) was very good and the plot was a great one.  Trailer is below.  Enjoy.



Friday Fictioneers

Well, today’s FF is very special to me as it is my picture being used!  This is special!  Now, the story must be very special, too!

Story for this week:  “The Date”

She looked over the table and smiled, difficult for her without the accompanying laugh.

Settings right; food cooking; the feast would be on time, just needing him.

It had been awhile and she was a bit on the giddy side. She clapped her hands together and jumped to her tip toes.

She noticed the cat. It was all squat and happy, sitting on the table.

“Now, Belladonna, be nice.” The cat cocked its head to the left.

“I see. Yes, the color change is good. Tell you what: I will put the broom away. You get rid of those eyes.”




Too Many Cooks (that sometimes means just one)

There are two similar incidents I thought I would relate to you today. Both deal with cooking and both, though funny now, weren’t at the time.

Let’s drop back a few years (more than 2 less than 6) to when I was not on a cane and was able to really do one of my favorite things with zest and speed: cook. I had gotten into the habit of having from 3-7 guests over on a Saturday evening and providing a full meal to them all. I would cook it from scratch and, usually, make something from one of my variety of cookbooks.

It always seemed funny that I have around 20 cookbooks and use about 3 of them to cook from. Anyway, this particular evening, was having Marisa and her family over for the meal (Marisa’s post here) along with a mutual friend or two, I believe. I don’t remember what I was making for that evening (It was liked), but what made the night so memorable was the preparations.

I get my meal laid out and begin what I have to, and then I wash all the dishes from the previous day (or so). This night I was trying to hurry a bit (something, I believe, was taking a little longer) and so had several pans on the stove while doing the dishes. I started running the water for the dishes and was watching a couple of pots that were heating. The pots began to bubble too much and I grabbed a mitt and a spoon and tended to the food. I thought it had been just a second, but the dishwater had filled and the suds began flooding over onto the kitchen floor (followed, of course, by the water).

I released the food and shut off the water. This was when Marisa and the guests arrived! I was nearly in tears. I was always doing so well at my timing (There was once, but that’s another story).

Marisa and her mom took over the kitchen from me, cleaned the mess, and helped me finish the cooking. We had a wonderful meal. If I had to try and figure out what God was doing in all this, I soon learned. Marisa’s mother came to me and said,

“Thank you so much for all you did. I haven’t felt that useful in a while. It was fun to help.” That’s a close quote. So, she needed to be needed and I needed someone like that, so it all worked out.

Now, let’s shoot forward to Sunday evening. My sister was coming over to watch a movie with me. She wasn’t hungry, so I was just fixing for myself. I had decided to try something new. I was going to cook Chinese vegetables with some tuna (cat loved that) and make curry sauce to put on it. I know, mixing cultures, but it sounded good. Since my stroke I can eat spicier foods, for some reason, so I wanted to try it out.

The curry sauce was the new part. It was a solid light green mass creased into 5 sections for servings. The instructions had been taken from the Chinese and were a bit difficult to figure out. Best I could reason was to take the mass and heat it with several tablespoons of oil until it resembled sauce. My stroke has, at times, caused me to miss things. Normally, I recheck and then go.

That night I took the sections, put them into a microwaveable dish, and put them on a low setting (2) in the microwave for three minutes. I returned to getting the vegetables out of the can and doing the same for the tuna. The cat goes a bit nuts when I open tuna (heck, anytime I open a can) because she gets to lick out the can when I am done. I noticed the nice smell of curry (so far so good).

Then, I thought that, perhaps, it was going to be too spicy, too hot (little did I know), then I decided it stung my nose and I wasn’t going to like it. At this point I turned around. The entire microwave was full of thick white smoke to the point that it was pouring from every crack and crevice in it! I knew it was a bad idea, but I turned off the microwave (56 seconds left) and opened the door. The little bowl (we are talking about 4 by 4 inches and 2 deep with a much smaller piece of green (now black) mass of curry in the bottom) was creating more smoke that most of the campfires I had seen made with green branches.

I have decided that I can save the military a bundle with this new smoke grenade. Even swat teams will be able to use this small device to clear out two-story crack houses. Regardless, the smoke was horrible and it was stinging my lungs and I was having problems breathing.

I removed the bowl from the microwave. I then ran a little stream of water on it so it wouldn’t crack, then filled it with water and sat it in the sink. I took a small fan and put it in the middle of the adjoining room, aimed it at the kitchen door, then opened the door. This was when my sister called to say she was on her way. I told her fine and told her what I was doing. She had a little laugh to keep her going while she headed over. In the meantime, I realized that this small fan was not going to keep the billows of smoke from filling the house. So, I opened the other door, the bathroom windows, and turned on the stove exhaust (this scared the cat who left the room in a hurry).

I took my remaining food (which I cooked) out to the front porch and ate until Sis arrived. She sat in her car and told me she could smell the kitchen from the car in the driveway. We talked a bit and headed into the house. After a little while, we adjusted to both the smell and the haze, watched the movie (“This Means War”), and chatted awhile.

When I got up this morning, little over 12 hours later, I could still smell a trace of the curry, but the haze was gone. I am not certain what the lesson here is other than before the stroke I went to pieces and the other night just made me smile. Life is funny and you need to laugh. It’s the problems that can be the funniest, if you will let them. I do now, a lot.


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