I am cooking breakfast for the last time. On a massive scale anyway for awhile, my son goes home to Washington state today. So I won't be doing sausage, bacon, eggs, biscuits and sometimes gravy for a very long time. I usually eat lighter, and have soup or a sandwich for breakfast. The dog is now spoiled in another way.
My son asked me why I am so gloomy.
"I'm not gloomy, I'm just focused on cooking all these things, so I don't burn anything"
He gives me a lesson on how to cook his eggs. Next time I'll do better.
My wife walks into the kitchen for the fifth time to see if the bacon is ready, but I am cooking it too slowly for her, but it is finally getting close. She says, "Wow, you have a lot of dirty dishes to do today!"
My singular sneaky solemn reply, "Maybe"
She responds with a curious what do you mean 'maybe' ? with an ever so slightly mean comical voice with eyebrows scrunched forehead wrinkled, her eyes 30 percent closed and head turned slightly.
I told her, "Well, the city water main may break again like it did yesterday - I never thought I would be able to say
'My Water Broke!'
as an eXcuse to get out of doing housework."
So I'm behind on laundry as well. I did get one load done late last night.
But it is s'pposed to be a very gorgeous day today, December 29th in Texas with a high in the 60 F's with no wind.
I am going walking.
Watch the last of the blizzard bits burn away.
Outside!!!
Hmm, I may need to learn how to sabotage water lines on a regular basis.
PART TWO: The Park
I went walking as planned and I was surprised that no one was at the park at what was most likely the very warmest time of the entire month of this December. I was walking in my short sleeve shirt, no jacket. Even though winter was only officially 8 days old, I could tell that Spring the Season wanted to come out to play. How do I know this? I discovered a tiny spring on the walkway! And practically all the snow was gone, eXcept for this one strange crazy warm snowball that wouldn't melt. I know it sounds crazy, snow that doesn't melt. Someone had even wrote the word "Loco" on it, the Spanish word for crazy.
PART TWO: The Park
I went walking as planned and I was surprised that no one was at the park at what was most likely the very warmest time of the entire month of this December. I was walking in my short sleeve shirt, no jacket. Even though winter was only officially 8 days old, I could tell that Spring the Season wanted to come out to play. How do I know this? I discovered a tiny spring on the walkway! And practically all the snow was gone, eXcept for this one strange crazy warm snowball that wouldn't melt. I know it sounds crazy, snow that doesn't melt. Someone had even wrote the word "Loco" on it, the Spanish word for crazy.
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| Such a nearly perfectly round snowball ! |
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6 comments:
I hope you had a lovely time with your family. I wonder - if the mains town water is 'my water broke' what would the baby be?
I am hoping that it was a lovely time for us too! The jury is still out.
If yesterday would have been colder I am sure they might have had a baby iceberg being born.
That is one of the things I hate about my apartment, no mechanical dishwashing machine. Bah.
fmcgmccllc: I have a dishwasher but I essentially wash everything first by hand, so its essentially just a dish sterilizer.
You men and your slow-cooking of bacon. Once I smell bacon, I need to be eating bacon. Oh, and I'm moving to Texas. It's cold and rainy here.
Marianne: I just prefer not to overcook my breakfast meats. After I get the sausage browned pretty well I add a small amount of water to the pan to keep the temperature down. By having a small amount of water in a pan when cooking helps keep the temperature at/below the boiling point of water. Of course if you have a really high flame under the pan I think you can have problems with radiant energy. I also rotate the sausage in two modes of rotation. I flip them of course, but then I move them through the pan in a serpentine path. There are seven pieces of sausage from the one pound package, so every three minutes of cooking I move a pair of pieces from the front left corner to the back right corner, and all the other pieces follow a giant S shaped path through the pan. It results in wonderfully evenly cooked sausage. The sausage I get at restaurants typically resembles charcoal briquets.
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