|The first rotisserie chicken!|
|"Old-Timey plates" (the plate is one of my mils' and the cup is Daddy's old coffee up!)|
Wish I had a prettier picture of the chicken I did. It was tastier than it looked, I can tell you! The string-marks I think ---are what keeps it from looking more appetizing. I seasoned it with a rub I found on the Internet, let it sit in the fridge overnight, and put half a lemon and half and onion, some rosemary and thyme inside. Cooked it about 75 minutes, and it was really juicy and tasty. We enjoyed watching this little George Foreman do it's tthing! I am ready to get another chicken to cook! I am also anxious to do some kabobs in it--but I cannot seem to collect my thoughts enough to get cherry tomatoes and maybe a zucchini (which are almost all gone here in these part, and they're so ridiculously expensive at the supermarket! )
Really! Squash and zuhini used to be about the cheapest things you could get to eat in the summer!
A friend brought us some yellow squash--but about enough to make a few squash cakes with--which I didn't take a picture of, because if you want to enjoy those babies--you gotta eat them! Same thing with fried green tomatoes, which I adore! I cooked two last night, and they—yes—they are some grease-filled things, I admit it, but I do have to have at least one or two fried a year. (Aren’t we entitled to fried green tomatoes and corn on the cob with real butter once in awhile? I believe so!) It’s summertime, and getting these things fresh are the only time in the world they are going to better.
Were are getting the edge of a thunderstorm right now We got about a half inch of rain last night, and maybe we just got another ¼ inch the last hour. It seems to have avoided us so much this year, when one county over gets inches and inches! Well, we’ve had ours some years and they haven’t! It was, though, good to hear it last night as I sat here alone. No TV on, no music—just listening to the rain…with another headache. Thankfully, I bought one of those rubber icepack things a while back, and with the heating pad at my neck and the icepack on my head—I can deal with them better But hearing a banjo ring when you’ve got a headache is not my favorite thing! J Hubby went and played some music with friends—I was supposed to go—but I can’t be comfortable feeling like he’s wondering if I’m going to say we need to go back home—or “I need to go back home!”
Tuesday night, I did go with him for a couple of hours to play with some friends, and the house is one that has stayed closed up most of the time, and one of the guys’ mother works there a few times a month for a trailer park. As soon as I walked in—something bothered me, but I didn’t say anything. The longer we stayed there, the more closed up my throat felt, and it bothered me most of the week, and I think added to the headaches. I didn’t ask to leave though—my husband dearly loves too play music, and I don’t like to deprive him of something he has always loved so much. I thought about just going out on the porch for awhile, but it was almost 100 degrees at 7:00pm, and I didn’t like the idea of that either. so last night, I knew I wasn’t going, even though it wasn’t back to that same place.
It doesn't seem like Saturday today at ALL! I don't know--it just seems like it should be Thursday for some reason.
I have some fresh flounder that a friend brought us---he had gone with a friend to the Chesapeake Bay and he cleaned and fileted them before he brought them, and the tomatoes yesterday afternoon. He has been such a good faithful friend to us, and this year, he has been even more generous , it seems. I think he knows we don't have a garden space, and how much we enjoy the things he brings---and he is an old, old friend. Old friend are wonderful---and so are new ones! I think I'm going to just fry the flounder and maybe have a tomato sandwich with them. (And maybe some corn on the cob!) There's never enough to put up--so we need to eat it while it's still fresh! I wish the headache would go away, I'm kind of waiting til a little later to cook, hoping the ice and heat will do more good.It's not the cooking I dread so much, it's the clean up afterwards, really. I do have a dishwasher, but it's lonely in there when the meal is over and hubby's sitting back in his recliner in the other room. Do you ever feel that way? Or is your husband the chief cook and bottle-washer? We have been married for over 46 years now, and my husband doesn't know how to cook A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G. and is not interested in knowing how...nor how to lad a dishwasher, either. I believe he has done that twice since we got it 8 years ago. I'm not complaining, not really. I'm just, well, I'm just being honest. And..maybe venting a little, too. I don't know..just trying to keep it as real as I can. Why should I say he helps me in the kitchen when he doesn't? I know he'll do anything I ask...but it would take twice as long...and he would be yearning for the recliner, just as I do. The more I write the less I want to cook that ish tonight! ;) I had better wrap this up and do it before I completely "wipe-out", as the surfer say.
Our oldest grandson was baptized last Sunday, and next Sunday, our youngest grandson will be. I'll have to get a few things packed up to go up there, and then come back and get ready to go to the OBX for a week---and I truly hope I will feel much better for that.
I hope---sovery much--that anyone who reads this forsaken blog is having a good summer, is well, and is enjoying good health! God's blessings on you! Really going to go and cook now!
|Do you like corn and "butterbeans"?|