And I Will SO Forget...

This whole beef stew missing the cornbread thing. Why? Because My own cooking made me sick. Yep. Today, when I had NO plans to stay home from work, I spent the day in the toilet and in my bed. The lava from the volcano aka my mouth, seemed to stop for good after the third seperate time. The sour taste in my mouth has gone. My volcano, located down under, seems to have a little action--yet not as much as before. And I cooked the food. I was THRILLED I made it.

Not so much now.

UGH.

Every ingredient of my stew I tasted as it exited center stage. I wonder if the meat was bad and/or I hate too much last night and too late. As I ate, I knew my tummy felt funny. Too bad I didn't listen. So now, I feel more like me. Movie Man asked if I needed him to do anything. Honestlty, I need some pop ----from the Midwest we call soda 'pop'. I'm gonna see how I am and go get me some.

Yea, some Sprite needs to perk me up.

Tuesday Twink

Just two days ago my windows were open to catch a delightful December breeze in the 79 degrees temperature. Today--not so much. Right now it's 32 degrees, the heat is on and a couch awaits my arrival. Today we had a spit of sleet in Dallas. Not enough to shut the whole city down--yet enough to cause some havoc. And of course this was the day of our department Christmas spread ---yea, yea...call it "Holiday" if you will--it's Christmas to me, always will be--back to the story--I chose to bring a crock pot full of taco soup.

Yea.

I usually don't bring stuff to these things. Just give $ to chip in what ever somebody else is doing. Today, I just had to step out of the box. Today was foggy and cold--no 79 degrees temp to bask in. I pondered would I fall on what ice there was on the ground-flat on my back? If so, then the crock pot would smack me in the head. Since I take coumadin, I'd need 911 ASAP to get me to the nearest hospital because of my thinner than other people's blood. However, as I'd wait for the ambulance, the still hot taco soup would scald me.

Yea. Hey, I'm a writer. Imagination--it's what I live for.

Long story short--I made it inside--in one piece. Plugged the crock pot in and soon the aroma was the rapture of the room:" What is that?" "It smells great!" "When can we have some?" The taco soup was #1 Billboard material as the crock pot emptied before any of the other Christmas spread's yummies. Several folks, including my boss, informed I need to rustle up another batch because they didn't get any.

And ya know what? I didn't either and that's OK. Since folks enjoyed it, made my fret all worthwhile.

The couch, a blanket, the remote and a cat await--today's Young and Restless episode needs to be watched.