So I went to bed last night after a df typed in and e-mailed a recipe to me for white chili. It's wonderful use of chicken breast and it's fun to enjoy rather than it's sink staining predecessor - Texas Chili.
If you want the recipe, you'll have to beg...
Back to my dreams of white chili: It was my plan to make it for dinner today. While others, ahem, have been busy redecorating their homes, I've been remodeling our lives! We've been on a roller coaster for the past month or more and it doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. So some semblence of order is necessary to keep S, M and L happy. My first goal is to be up before them, easier done when I don't have a blog to write in the middle of the night.
Today happened to be a banner day. S woke around 7 a.m. hungry at least for milk. I sent him on a bathroom errand and back to bed - it's way too early for you to be up... Do you feel the time change coming? I do. Not much later, L woke. MM had informed me that he'd be making biscuits with sausage and eggs, breakfast wasn't going to be first thing. Making sure that the boys are busy I got L started on his lessons. S got a bowl of cheerios without extra sugar TYVM. M is now awake. I pressure cooked the great northern beans (who needs canned beans?) while MM fried our eggs.
MM laid breakfast on the table and we all ate heartily. Knowing that we needed to get going I did what all good mommies do - call a friend. The boys were all busy playing and working. I pulled out the recipe for white chili and continued my work. Sauteeing onions and celery, boiling chicken with onions, chopping cooked chicken, seasoning and simmering it all. Oh boy, it was smelling great. It was simmering before 11 a.m.
Blah, blah, blah, so you had dinner ready before noon... So what?
So what, at 5:30 this afternoon we were cleaning up (see next blog) the mess left after Fay's flooding and we heard the tell tale sound (that we'd heard at G & Ps Sunday night after Fay) of a tree falling. Sure enough it fell right across the power line to our house and our neighbor's house. Four males trapesed up the road while I did what every woman does when the power goes out... call the power company.
Now I'm really glad I followed the nudge to get dinner done early... The weather has changed recently and with the tables we acquired from our neighbor after the flood we moved our dinner from the semi-dark and cave like house to the front lawn. We watched a medium sized gator play hide and seek. Mullet leaped upstream and breezes blew gently around us making living here worth it.
How was I to know that power'd be out this evening?
Friday, September 26, 2008
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3 comments:
You watched a gator while eating supper on your front lawn? How freaky and cool all at the same time...
Glad to hear you don't use canned beans since I couldn't get canned beans even if I wanted to. It just makes it easier knowing somebody who COULD buy canned beans chooses not to:-)
Canned food is hurricane food. Now I just need a really good recipe for baked beans.
After your relaxing "nature loving" meal, maybe it helps you remember why its worth it living where you do--and even be thankful for the flooding. It prodded you to clean out the basement!
Don't you just love when God prompts you to do something and you actually listen and obey? Cool stuff!
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