I hope those of you who got hammered with all the snow these past few days have successfully dug yourselves out. Myself, I woke up this morning to this particular nightmare, so I feel your pain:
I don’t know how on earth we’re ever going to dig out from under all that.
It’s a good damn thing we have plenty of toilet paper and bread! God knows when we’ll ever be able to get out of the house again!
So there was some sort of football game last night, I understand?
I kid. We actually sat and watched the whole Superbowl. Okay, Fred read and I surfed on the laptop, and we only paid attention during the commercials, but the TV was on the whole time.
A few hours before the game was due to start, I said “The Saints – New Orleans, right?”
“I think so,” Fred said.
“Who are they playing against?”
“The Patriots, maybe?” Fred offered.
I shrugged.
Fred sat down about half an hour before the game started, and then I wandered into the room and he said “They’re playing against the Colts.”
“Denver?” I said.
“I think St. Louis.”
Turns out we were both wrong. Clearly we’re not the sporty type. I’ve seen so many good Super Bowl recipes lately that it almost made me want to host a Superbowl party, regardless!
My favorite commercials were the Boost Mobile Shuffle (I canNOT believe it’s been 25 years since the Bears did the Superbowl Shuffle! I’m the punky QB known as McMahon! When I hit the turf, I’ve got no plan!) and all the E-Trade commercials.
Damn, I love me a talking baby.
Over the weekend, I did a lot of cooking, getting stuff ready to freeze so that Fred won’t have to do too much cooking while I’m recuperating from surgery (two more days! Uh.. yay?).
One thing I made was a batch of Baked Chimichangas. Reader Brenda sent me the recipe a while back, and I made them and really liked them, then realized when I was making a batch on Saturday that I’d never posted the recipe.
So here you go – Baked Chimichangas! Easy to put together, easy to freeze and then bake when you’re in the mood to just pop something in the oven. And best of all, it’s a recipe that’s easy to mess with – you can make it spicier or wimpier, you can add rice to the beans, you can use steak or pork if you want. Yesterday, I marinated steak in this Carne Asada marinade, pan-cooked the steak with onion strips, mixed a can of refried beans with brown rice, and used that for my Chimichangas filling. It was fabulous! The world is your oyster with this recipe (hmm… shrimp chimichangas?).
Highly recommended!
I also made a lasagna and a chicken and rice casserole.
That should take us through at least two weeks, and hopefully after that I can get back in the kitchen even if I need Fred to do the heavy lifting.
I don’t think I mentioned it before, but my gynecologist/ surgeon told me that she won’t need to slice through my abdominal muscles to remove The Organ That Shall Not Be Named, she’ll just kind of pull the muscles apart to remove what she’s gotta remove. On the one hand, the idea of having my muscles pulled apart gives me the cringies. On the other hand, I’m thinking that if muscles aren’t being sliced open, the healing will go a lot quicker, no?
Today, I clean the house. Tomorrow, I take the Magnolias to Petsmart, run to Sam’s to pick up a few things (god help me if we run out of litter in the next few weeks! Fred refuses to step foot into Sam’s.), stop by Kohl’s to return some jeans, and then home again to do a thorough cleaning of the foster room and probably a thorough vacuuming of the entire house.
So off I go to get started!
If you missed my weekend entries, here’s the quick update: Steely Dan and Fagen were adopted Friday night, together (!), and the Magnolias are going to the adoption center tomorrow morning!
Love & Hisses presents…
The Magnolias
Starring in:
COMPLAINTS? WE HAZ A FEW.
“I AM HUNGRY.”
“DRUM IS HOGGING THE CAT BED!”
“MY HAMMOCK IS TOO SOFT!”
“I’M TRYING TO TAKE A NAP AND OUISER KEEPS LOOKING AT ME!”
“I’M COLD!”
“I’M HOT!”
“MY PAW TASTES FUNNY!”
“YOU’RE TOO CLOSE! I NEED MY SPACE!”
“YOU’RE TOO FAR AWAY! I NEED MY SNUGGLES!”
Spanky always looks so expectant as he sits in his box, and so disappointed when nothing happens. One day we’re going to be sitting at our computers and Spanky’s going to climb into that box, and it’s going to TAKE OFF and Spanky’s going to zoom around the house and then out the door for parts unknown.
Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: Which of your cats, if they were human, would you actually want to hang around the most?
2007: I judiciously left off the “You fucking motherfucking asshole.” part.
2006: And then the spud said “Is he trying to go to Narnia?”
2005: I’ll take my anonymous life, thank you.
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: “What?” he said. “I WASN’T geeky!”
2001: No entry.
2000: Tomorrow, I’m going to go see Dr. Judy for my ear, out of which I still cannot hear anything but constant white noise.