Wow, it’s been one interesting week around here….
First, the threat of a “wintery mix” which in this part of the country rarely amounts to anything but shortages of bread and milk at the grocery store. But much to my surprise, we actually got about 3-4 inches of snow! Gasp, shock, unbelievable plot twist! It was enough to close down businesses and schools and even AAA. Dad accidentally locked himself out of his car on Saturday night, while trying to chip the ice off the windshield with a credit card or something..the details were a bit fuzzy) and, try as we may, we were not able to find any lock out service that was running. Thank goodness for Italian ingenuity and a long, flat piece of metal that Dad found at work…
Yep, it was a chilly, snowy weekend and from what we’ve been told by the weather guy, we are expecting more of it this weekend. Good thing I bought bread yesterday. I just hate going out to buy bread and/or milk after a “winter storm warning” has been put into effect. I feel like all those paranoid people who go crazy at the first whisper of snow and stock up on 2% milk and Wonderbread like Armageddon is nigh…Unfortunately, the last 2 times that we’ve had a “warning” of bad weather coincidentally coincided with us running out of bread and milk…No choice but to go out to the store and replenish the supplies, right? Gary and I casually strode into the Walmart, and nonchalantly made our way over to the bread aisle. We were greeted by about a thousand other shoppers and near-empty shelves. My husband and I looked at each other and I cocked an eyebrow and said softly, “OK, so everyone in town is at this store in this aisle buying bread because they think we are gonna be snowed in for a month.” Gary glanced around and nodded. Now, at this point in the story I’d like to say for the record that neither of us are the type to really care much about what people think of us. However, since both of us grew up in really cold weather, “there’s-3 feet-of-snow-on-the-ground-but-school-is-still-open” areas (me in New York and Gary in Wisconsin and Ohio) it was not acceptable for us to be grouped in with the “snow-crazies”.
And so the plotting began.
It came down to two options:
1-Try and sneak a loaf of bread out of the aisle and to the self-checkout before anyone could notice.
2-Start talking about “Isn’t it funny that we ran out of bread and milk right when a snow storm is supposed to hit? What a crazy coincidence! ahahhhaha”
Since getting picked up on suspicion of shoplifting was not an option, we went with #2, and started laughing it up about how bad our timing was. Ahahahah-yeah, we did that stupid laugh thingy, too…how embarrassing. People were looking at us like we were from another planet.
A couple of lessons are to be learned:
1-When there is the chance of an impending snowstorm in the South and you just so happen to run out of bread and/or milk, just go into the store, pick up the freakin’ bread, pay for it and be on your merry way.
2-What is up with the bread and milk anyway? I’m thinking that we should all start stockpiling chocolate and wine when the weather alerts are issued. Maybe I’ll start a petition….
So after a weekend of ice and snow, Monday arrived. Gary had another “snow day” which was good. It meant he didn’t have to go into work till later which was helpful, what with the mess and all…
What mess you ask?
Well, you know that cute pooch on my homepage-yep, the one with the weird lookin’ pink head-dress…That would be Dodgem’ one of our rescued greyhounds. Well, Miss Dodge must have gotten into something, because, well, I don’t want to go into detail and make you relive the horror of that grim morning, but suffice to say, she had an upset tummy and well, it came out the wrong end…Oh, my…Yeah, let me tell you, I have complete respect for all you Moms out there, cleaning up after sick kids. It was like having a second grader with a bad case of the flu. My poor husband does not have the stomach for this sort of thing, so while he took the girl out to see if there was anything at all left in her (there was…) I cleaned up the mess. And cleaned.
By the time all three kennels, dogs, all the associated bedding,and bathroom was cleaned and dried, it was about 4pm and I was in need of a bath, a drink and a sedative. But I’m happy to say that Miss Dodge is feeling much better and is at this moment giving me the eye-round from the other sofa. I think she somehow knows I’m writing about her, and is plotting her next break in to the garbage pail (the kid never learns…)
1-Never trust a dog.
2-When trying to clean up dog hair from the walls of your shower, use a mop! Talk about necessity being the mama of invention…For us “Fun-Sized” Badasses, it is no fun trying to stand in the bathtub and clean the shower walls. Inevitably, you either:
Get soaked with whatever cleaning agent you’re using
Do the electric slide.
Using a mop keeps you out of the tub and out of harms way. I can’t believe it took me this long to figure this trick out, but rest assured, I won’t be cleaning the shower walls without my mop ever again.
Ok, on to the rest of the week..
We’ve both been a bit under the weather this week and have been working on the final edits for the first webisode (it’s actually looking pretty darn good) and in preparation for this weekend’s “Winter Storm 2-The Sequel” I made my Grandmother’s Chicken Soup. It’s so good and really does the trick when you’re not feeling so good. It is so easy and inexpensive that you will never buy soup in a can (eek!) again.
Start with a package of cut up chicken (the packs that contain breasts, thighs and backs are great) in a large stock pot (6-8 quarts). Add 2 tbs kosher salt and cover with water till about 1.5 inch from the top of the pot.
Slice up 4 large carrots, 3-4 stalks of celery and one large onion (or 4 shallots), 5 cloves of chopped garlic, fresh ground black pepper to taste, 2 TBS of Italian seasoning and add them to the pot. Bring to a gentle boil on high heat, then cover slightly and reduce heat to low. Simmer for 2 hours. Carefully remove chicken from pot, de-bone and shred. Put the shredded chicken back in the pot, raise heat and bring to a boil. Add 3/4 pound of Orzo pasta and cook for 7-8 minutes. Taste broth and add salt/pepper if needed.
Great with bread and butter and grated Romano cheese on top!
Great with bread and butter and grated Romano cheese on top!
Well, it’s off to walk and feed dogs-then to settle down for a warm winter’s nap and dream of snow.
And bread and milk.
Have fun, stay warm and be fearless!