I have a list of recipes I want to make for dinner, including butternut squash soup, a hominy bake, bog (chicken, sausage, rice), shrimp paella and artichoke pasta. Unfortunately, I don't have all the ingredients for any of them. I make list after list, but somehow things don't get in my basket.
So yesterday, I tried out something I saw on TV. Baked chicken and grits. I've never cooked grits before and now I know why. It's not exactly the most appetizing thing on the plate (notice a REAL plate).
Unfortunately, Nancy has been a bad girl. I had two chocolate covered oreos, a hot dog, leftover ugly steak, a tamale and flan, all in the same day. Do you see a recurring theme? Maybe high doses of FAT? In the old days, it would matter not how much half and half and cheese I used in those grits. The baked chicken was delicious ... dipped in mustard (yup, yellow mustard) and panko along with garlic and thyme. I have to say the grits were amazing, creamy and tasty, but too much like baby food. I should have kept my thoughts to myself.
Within 20 minutes of eating, I felt the pain of bad decisions. After an hour, I checked the route to the hospital and wondered if I could make the drive. I tried every conceivable position on the couch to relieve what felt like a steel toed boot in my side. Okay ... OKAY!!! I hear you loud and clear. NO MORE FAT!! Geez ..................
Finally, about 11:00 I hit the bed for a restless night. The good news is I did NOT have to drive to the hospital and this morning I feel MUCH better. I got the message ... but it's really hard to open the fridge and find something edible that does not contain the F word. So it's chicken and veggies for me ... anyone want a package of hot dogs, some sausage and a carton of heavy cream??
I was a sewing fiend yesterday before I got yelled at, finishing several more pillow cases while kicking the ball under the table for Cooper.
I even went so far as to sew all the rows of this one together. Since that cutting error, I found the same material on line, only to be notified they are out of stock and it will take 3 weeks to get it in. In the meantime, I'm checking out all my sources for an acceptable substitute.
I learned my lesson ... the couch is my friend, the F word is not. That's where I'll be spending my NO FAT day!