Copacetic Man, AOK

One of the words my high school friends and I would say to sound “important”.

My youngest and I were cleaning up the kitchen after dinner tonight, and he used the word “copacetic” in a really sarcastic manner. So I asked if he knew what it meant.

It turns out he heard it recently, and thought it sounded “important”.

We had a little discussion about his vocabulary, and the importance of knowing what you are saying.

Then I had a bit of a chuckle. “Copacetic”, yea man.

The Weather just…….

Holy smokes it’s COLD, Wet, windy and miserable today.

Who in the world wants to be out in this yucky stuff?

I need another blanket.

I’m very grateful today for my grandmothers quilts.

I miss my bunny, we all miss the Rascal.

It’s been a month, and I’m just not over him yet. My Super Frisbee Wonder dog, my fluffy bunny. He’s left a big hole in the house.

Our Dolly Girl… is not doing so great. She and I went on a walk today, she made it part of our normal journey, and she turned around to go home.

She’s lost weight. She doesn’t go outside by herself at all. I have to go with her, or she just sits by the door and waits for me to come back outside with her.

The funny thing about Dolly, she’s always been food motivated, and now she’s not. She doesn’t run barking at the door anymore.

Grief comes in odd ways, and it takes its time to leave.

The vet has gotten on me about her weight, and now, I can feel her ribs.

I hope she pulls out of her grief soon, she is breaking my heart.

Self Talk, Self Care, Self Trust……Selfish?

Image from Pinterest.

My inner child and I have been having some good times lately. She’s still spunky, and thinks we are both 8.

We’ve had a couple of fits, argued over taking naps, and played a couple of board games. 😆

I think I’ll take her for ice cream later.

One of the Coaching lessons I had earlier this week from one of the books I’m reading “Girl Wash Your Face” by Rachel Hollis was how to speak to yourself, and keeping promises to yourself. It sort of follows the wisdom of, “The Four Agreements”, being impeccable with your word.

I’ve gotten much better a speaking to myself in a kinder tone. But I’m terrible at keeping promises to myself. Rachel Hollis was pretty specific and trusting yourself to keep your own word is more important than keeping your word to others. If you are always letting yourself down, how can you like yourself? You wouldn’t put up with someone else in your life always letting you down.

Self Trust + Self Talk = Self Care?

I can imagine that if that all gets out of hand, you get onto the track of Selfish?

It’s all a balance.

What do you think?

A week at home

My first week off the road in a while, and I felt the need to compensate.

My ugly chicken pot pie. You saw this one. It was ugly, but really tasty.

Night 2 was quick chicken and veggies, not picture worthy.

Night 3.

My sweet Italian Sausage sauce. Fresh herbs from the garden, parsley, oregano, rosemary, and bay leaves made it so amazing.

I served it with Cavatapi Pasta, and plenty of good Parmesan cheese and a lovely salad.

Night 4. Posole.

Posole, is a pork, green chili, hominy stew. Hatch Green Chili’s are the star in this one. It’s a mild but flavorful heat. Especially good on a blustery cold day

I’m so happy that meals have worked out.

I never know when my inspired ideas will make good. This has been a good week. I picked up some fresh made tortillas this morning. There will be sour cream, Monterrey jack cheese, and avocado. Maybe a little fresh jalapeño and Pico De Gallo too to accessorize our Posole, con maize y cilantro.

4 homemade meals this week.

1. Down home comfort food. Food coma, and a great night sleep.

2. Clean Eating, plain goodness, low carb, no fuss. No sleep, go figure? No Picture.

3. Give-me-the-carbs pasta meal with a beautiful sausage Sugo and Cavatapi Pasta. Still no sleep…..carbs are not the answer.

4. Spicing things up with a Green Chili Posole, a spicy pork stew with Hatch green chili’s, hominy, onions, and lots of cilantro. I serve this with sour cream, fresh made tortillas, Monterrey jack cheese, and avocado. Will I have to get the Advil PM?

Tomorrow……someone needs to take me for dinner I’ve had enough. 😁

I love to cook! But this is real work, and I have a real job. Just saying….

Ordering! Where’s my waiter?

I really am a happy girl. Happy, Happy, Happy. I really do like cooking for my family.

Which Way Photo Challenge

Son of a Beach has a photo challenge every week that covers how people get places.

Check out his blog for some fabulous photos, and other fun challenges.

Here’s my take on it, from my trip to Dallas, Texas last week.

Pink Bikes, and Pink Mary Kay Cadillacs. Not to mention the Oyster Nachos…..I didn’t try them. My first thought was “No”.

Spring is coming

When the wind blows through the bowers,

The north wind rattles and rakes the flowers.

The sun is hot but the wind blows cold.

The green is new.

The earth is old.

A Monday night dinner..ugly but yummy

I’m home for the week. It’s been a month of travel, severe weather, entertaining clients, being up and moving forward,

In celebration of being home, the weather being chilly, I had chicken, veggies, some frozen puff pastry……and a big cast iron skillet. So naturally I had to make something comforting, and homey. A really Big Chicken Pot Pie!

So I cooked the chicken in olive oil and butter, with lots of good garlic, Rosemary, thyme and parsley.

I set the chicken aside, and started the veggies. Onion, carrots, celery, mushrooms, were sautéed in more olive oil and butter.

Flour, more butter, a head of roasted garlic, chicken stock, half and half, and a bubbly goodness emerged.

More fresh parsley, and thyme from my garden to make things fresh. And I let the goodness settle in and become better.

I rolled the thawed puff pastry out to cover my really big skillet. It took 1 and 1/2 sheets to cover it up. I set it in the oven at 400 degrees to bake for 30 minutes.

30 minutes later, I had an ugly but delicious skillet pie to serve to my boys.

I can hear some asking…”Wendy, why don’t you put peas in your Pot Pie?” “You know your crust sunk a bit?”

Oh the answer is simple, and direct. I HATE peas. I don’t buy them…I won’t eat them, won’t use them, and consider them to be evil, vile, slimy, pills of yucky awfulness. Peas are one of 3 foods I won’t eat that includes Tofu, and brains. That is all.

My green contribution was my beautiful parsley and thyme from my garden. I had a wonderful celery from the farmers market and included all the green tops from that wonderful veg.

My husband had a Dr appointment and his cardiologist got on him to keep up with his diet, and to exercise. He told him he would start tomorrow, because I was making Chicken Pot Pie for dinner.

I texted my son that I had made pot pie for dinner. He was still at his lab. He busted through the door about 6:15 demanding “Did you save me any pot pie?” The boy was satisfied with 2 serving of pie.

It’s one of the most satisfying things in my life, to make something good for my family, and for us to enjoy it together.

My little family might be the only culinary stage for which I perform, but it’s the only one that matters to me.

The feminists coming up might mock me for enjoying the satisfaction that I get for making a meal for my family, but they will never know my joy. I feel a bit sorry for them.

I am a woman fully satisfied in my profession, and in my passion for cooking for my family. I am so blessed.