Well, it’s Christmas Day and here I am, listening to the Blues on Pandora, sitting here with an upset digestive tract. Both Kroger and The New York Times Cooking app have majorly, majorly let me down, and I’m not sure whether to be shocked, angry, bitterly disappointed, or all three. My Christmas Day plans are now completely in jeopardy, as I still have one of the NYT breakfast casseroles to eat, plus the NYT spinach dip later this afternoon (not to mention the complete Christmas dinner catered by Der Dutchman).
I know in my gut the problem is Kroger’s sausage and cream cheese—I have a cast iron stomach that can handle just about anything, but if someone is tinkering with their basic formulas then I am going to smell that rat a mile away. The only time I can remember being sick on Christmas Day was that one year back in the 1970s when everyone had the vomiting sickness when we were living at 2086 E. Broad Street. What a mess that was.
So I’m basically throwing out a lot of food and I can’t stand seeing all this waste. At least the hounds are happy, they got their Christmas dog bones last night and gnawed on those all night. They were most happy, with Lily of course managing to get both bones by the end of the night. I didn’t mind being treated to someone’s dog poop this morning in the parlor—I knew it was coming anyway.
Gonna call mom soon to see if she knows of some old family concoction for treating an upset tummy. Sure, she will just pass the Altoid’s but isn’t there something you do with baking soda or am I just imagining that? I sure am getting sick of taking showers cause this is something affecting me on the other end too—up goes the water bill next month. Merry Christmas to you too.
Wait a minute! Just talked to mom and she suggested locating Barbara Goodfellow’s classic 1965 series of cookbooks, “Make It Now, Bake It Later” and lo and behold I found them on Amazon! Will wonders ever cease? I quickly ordered them and they should arrive in about two weeks. Can’t wait to make the Annapolis cake, shrimp dip, and some of the other delectable delights in the cookbooks! May also switch gears to America’s Test Kitchen but perhaps the NYT will shape up and get things straightened out? We shall see.
The sun is out this morning and I’m enjoying my coffee. It is cold in this drafty house, but as always I’m grateful for the roof over my head and to be sober this morning. Soon Michael will be awake and it will be time for gifts and perhaps a Christmas movie before we head to mom’s place. I do say a prayer for those less fortunate than myself and wish for them better times in 2023. Blessings all.
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